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Caitlyn shouldn’t have agreed to go out. It was a doomed night from the moment she said “Yeah, sure, let’s hit the club.” It only got worse when she put on an outfit that she knew would drive Vi wild—leather boots, high-waisted pants, and nothing but a cropped jacket over a bikini top. Her best assets were on full display, held back by modest triangles of fabric. She turned from side to side, admiring herself in the mirror. Tonight was going to be terrible, she knew. But she would be damned if she didn’t look drop dead gorgeous.
Caitlyn and Vi had been dating for two years. Things had been going really well until they weren’t anymore. Vi was incredibly stubborn, and Caitlyn was resolute in her decisions. An unstoppable force and an immovable object. And yet, they were still together, because Vi was a hopeless romantic. Every time they fought, she would apologize almost immediately the next day, sweeping Caitlyn off her feet and reminding her why they fell in love in the first place.
It had become a cycle so predictable that Caitlyn had developed the ability to predict when a fight was going to happen. Both of them had been tense all week. Vi was having a rough time at work. Her bad mood was rubbing off on Caitlyn. They were overdue for a mutual meltdown.
If it was going to happen, it might as well happen in a place that served alcohol and had plenty of avenues for Caitlyn to distract herself after it was over.
And it did happen. It took a couple hours, but Vi got drunk and sloppy and started to lay into Caitlyn when they stepped off the dance floor. The skimpy outfit had done its job—Vi’s eyes had practically popped out of her skull when they first met up earlier that evening—but once they were out on the town, her girlfriend had gotten increasingly angry with how everyone else was staring at her girl. Instead of taking it out on other people, that anger was directed back towards Caitlyn. Why was she dressing like that? Who was she trying to impress? Was she trying to send a message? Why did she always do this?
Caitlyn didn’t have the energy for it. She let Vi drunkenly rant and rave at her, rolling her eyes from time to time, all while nursing a gin and tonic. If she didn’t feed back into the anger, Vi would get fed up with her and storm off, leaving her alone for the evening. That was what she wanted—to be left alone.
But once she got what she wanted, the novelty wore off quickly. She went over to the bar and got served immediately—she issued a silent thank you to her tits for drawing the bartender over to her—and then found herself craving attention. Even Vi’s anger was preferable to nothing at all.
However, Vi was long gone, perhaps even not in the club anymore. Caitlyn tilted her head back and let the drink slide down her throat, savoring the way the alcohol burned and warmed her insides. She scanned the room, seeking out any familiar faces. Maybe a coworker, or an old friend. Even one of Vi’s friends—they were in Zaun after all.
Then, Caitlyn saw her.
Across the club, sweating it out on the dance floor, was Vi’s little sister. Jinx. Or Powder, as Vi insisted on calling her, despite the fact that she had legally gotten her name changed ages ago. She and Caitlyn were loosely acquainted. Over two years of dating, Caitlyn had encounter Jinx more times than she had expected to. Sometimes with Vi, sometimes without. All of them had been… interesting, to say the least. Jinx either completely ignored her or took an uncomfortable interest in her. Caitlyn could never read her intentions. What she could see, though, was that Vi’s little sister shared all of her elder sibling’s attractive qualities and had many unique ones of her own.
Caitlyn’s heart jumped into her throat when she saw her, and then plummeted into her stomach, spreading a low heat through her and forcing her to cross her legs. Jinx was wearing… well, almost nothing. That was par for the course, but this particular iteration of “almost nothing” made Caitlyn’s mouth water. A bustier composed of three pieces of leather, held together with nothing but string, was secured around her torso. Two of the pieces of leather were simple strips, running parallel to each other down her front, just barely covering her breasts. Jinx didn’t have a lot to work with in that department, but what she did have was pushed up and pressed together by the garment, highlighting her cleavage. There was even a bit of sideboob peeking out. Caitlyn licked her lips. The top was accompanied by what could generously be called a skirt. It was another fine piece of leather craftsmanship that just barely covered Jinx’s ass. As was to be expected of Jinx, she was wearing a couple of studded belts over it. Together, they almost subsumed the skirt itself.
Face burning and cock twitching, Caitlyn knocked back the rest of her drink and waved down the bartender for another.
Jinx was dancing with people Caitlyn vaguely recognized. One of them was Ekko, a longtime friend of the Lanes’ sisters that Caitlyn had met on a couple of occasions. The rest were a mystery to her, but Caitlyn wasn’t really interested in looking at them. Every time she looked somewhere else, her eyes drifted back to Jinx.
If Vi wanted to yell at Caitlyn about how revealing her outfit was, perhaps she should get after her sister too for wearing something that barely even qualified as clothes in a place like this. Hell, if Vi had still been there, perhaps Caitlyn would’ve pointed Jinx out and sent her big sister over there to let the two of them fight instead.
But Vi wasn’t here. It was just Caitlyn. And, now, Jinx.
Another drink downed. Caitlyn wasn’t sure how many she had had. She stopped counting before Vi had gone in on her. However many it had been, it was enough for Caitlyn to leave her empty cup behind at the bar and stride across the dance floor. She started to dance as she slipped through the crowd of people, slowly but naturally working her way towards Jinx. A few men tried to grab her hips, pull her towards them, but she pushed away, eyes on the prize. On Jinx.
The music picked up as she got closer, beat jumping, bass pulsing. Caitlyn felt it in her bones as she watched Jinx twist and turn, her eyes closed, mouth spread into a wide smile. She wondered what the girl would do when she realized who was joining her on the dance floor.
Caitlyn said nothing. She simply slipped into the circle of Jinx’s friends, and pressed up behind the younger woman, matching her rhythm. Time seemed to slow down. It felt like eons passed before Jinx’s head turned to see who had come to dance with her.
Jinx’s eyes lit up when she recognized Caitlyn, who felt her heart rise and fall once more. This time, when it dropped into her gut, the heat intensified. Caitlyn was a whole head taller than Jinx, even in heels, and her viewing angle gave her a clear line of sight down the girl’s nearly nonexistent top. The way the tight leather was pushing her tits together—Caitlyn’s breath hitched. She gave Jinx a sly smile and raised her arms, swaying to the music. Jinx smiled back. No words were needed.
The song changed. Bright synths bounced through the air. Jinx turned back around, and Caitlyn was almost afraid she was leaving, but instead she backed up against her, pressing her nearly naked body against Caitlyn. She almost moaned—maybe she did. No one would hear it over the music.
Caitlyn hesitated. It would only be natural for her to put her hands on Jinx’s ridiculously tiny waist, to hold her close and keep their movements in sync. Is that what she wanted? Was that what Jinx wanted? They hadn’t said a word to each other. She was going off body language alone and hoping that she wasn’t noticeably hard yet.
Before Caitlyn could make a decision, Jinx leaned back into her, her head falling perfectly between Caitlyn’s breasts. She tilted her neck, looking up at the older woman, a devilish grin on her face. She raised an arm over her head, looping it around Caitlyn’s neck as she rolled her hips back, pressing her ass against her.
All rational thought was expelled from Caitlyn’s brain like someone had opened an airlock on a spaceship. Her hands moved on their own, sliding down Jinx’s sides, running over the taut strings binding her top together, feeling the exposed skin underneath. She plucked a few of the strings as her hands passed them by, imagining what would happen if she gripped them and ripped them apart, destroying the contraption that was keeping Jinx modest.
Caitlyn’s hands settled on her hips, giving them a light squeeze. Jinx responded to this by dragging her nails across the back of Caitlyn’s neck and twisting her head to the side. Caitlyn could feel her breath against the inside of her breast. Warm, moist air on exposed skin. There was no doubt that Jinx could now feel her growing erection pressing against her backside.
Alcohol and arousal mixed in a pleasant haze that flooded her body and mind. She felt light and heavy at the same time, and incredibly hot—in part due to the body heat being generated by the dozens of people surrounding them, but also coming from within her. She shrugged her jacket off her shoulders, letting it sit around her elbows so she could let her skin breathe.
Jinx felt her do this, and she let her raised arm fall slowly, trailing down Caitlyn’s neck until the girl spun around, intentionally dragging two fingers down the center of Caitlyn’s chest, between her breasts, over her stomach, to the waistband of her pants. The light touch burned an invisible line in her skin, like Jinx was trying to split her open and crawl inside.
Caitlyn was sure she looked stupidly horny. There was no way that the expression on her face didn’t betray her ulterior motives. And she couldn’t bring herself to care. It was far too late to back out, far too late for regret.
Jinx met her gaze, looking up at her with half-lidded eyes. She licked her lips. Caitlyn bit hers.
No words were needed.
Caitlyn wasn’t sure how long they kept dancing, but at some point Jinx’s friends went to go get more drinks, and the two of them were left alone in a sea of bodies. Caitlyn paid no mind to the people around them. They were just a backdrop for the scene playing out between the two of them.
Jinx pushed her deeper into the crowd, away from where they had been standing towards the edge. Caitlyn felt the world around her disappear as Jinx grabbed her wrists, guiding her hands from her hips to her ass—her bare ass underneath the skirt. Caitlyn swallowed. There was a pleasant buzzing feeling under her skin. She wasn’t sure whether to attribute it to the booze or her own desire. She squeezed, sinking her fingers into the soft flesh. Jinx opened her mouth, and Caitlyn could only assume that she had made some sort of noise, but it was far too loud for her to hear. Caitlyn’s cock twitched in her pants.
Their height difference was so extreme that Caitlyn had to spread her legs a bit to keep her grip on Jinx’s ass. If she stood up straight, she would practically lift the girl off the ground. Not that she didn’t want to do that, but Caitlyn was pacing herself. She was following Jinx’s lead.
That lead involved Jinx’s hands roaming around her abdomen, slowly making their way up underneath her jacket. First, on her back, nails raking over the skin where her bikini top was tied together. It would have been so easy for her to undo the knot right then and there.
She didn’t. Instead, her hands slipped around to Caitlyn’s front, pressing flat against her ribs, fingertips just barely touching the underside of her breasts. They made eye contact again. The way Jinx’s pupils were so blown out with desire made Caitlyn shiver. She got lost in the black and blue for a second before her eyes dropped down again, staring at Jinx’s cleavage.
Jinx seemed to take that as an invitation to slide her hands up, cupping Caitlyn’s breasts. They were nearly too big for her small hands to hold (nearly too big for the top she was wearing, if she was being honest). Her nipples grew hard under her touch, pointing through the fabric against Jinx’s palms. Her dick responded as well, and Jinx surely noticed the bulge pressing against her pelvis.
When Jinx let go, Caitlyn gasped at the loss of contact. Her hands moved to the small of Caitlyn’s back, and they were pressed together again, chest-to-chest. Or, more accurately, face-to-chest. Jinx was the perfect height to press her lips in the valley between Caitlyn’s breasts, leaving dark lipstick in the dead center of her chest.
Caitlyn dug her fingers into Jinx’s ass once more, dying to lift her up and carry her away then and there. Jinx was licking her chest, tongue daring to slip under her bikini top. She couldn’t control herself anymore. Caitlyn leaned down, putting her lips to the younger woman’s ear and growling, “I need you.”
Jinx shivered. She said nothing, her mouth still on Caitlyn’s left breast. She nipped the tender flesh, then pulled her head back, flashing her a drunken smile. Then, she stepped away from Caitlyn, grabbed her by the hand, and pulled her off the dance floor.
Both bathrooms were full and had lines backed up down the hall. Jinx tugged her along, past the people waiting, towards the back of the club. There was a door with a “DO NOT EXIT - ALARM WILL SOUND” sign hanging from it. Jinx shoved it open anyways, and no such alarm went off.
They were in the back alley behind the club. Music thumped through the brick walls, softly accentuating the sounds of traffic and drunk people wandering around downtown Zaun.
“You need me, huh?” The sound of Jinx’s voice, so loud, so clear, was startling. It was the first thing Caitlyn had heard her say all night. “Violet not doing enough for you?”
Caitlyn grit her teeth at the sound of Vi’s name.
“No. Never.”
Jinx seemed intrigued by her response, but she didn’t prod further.
“Well? What are you waiting for?”
As soon as the words left her lips, Caitlyn’s mouth was against them, kissing her hungrily, biting her lips and sucking on her tongue. Jinx’s lipstick was unceremoniously smeared across her own mouth and Caitlyn’s. Jinx kept pulling back, trying to quip between kisses.
“Gods, you’re—mmph—fucking drooling on me—mmmmph—Kiramman.”
It was true, and Caitlyn didn’t care. She was going to eat Jinx alive. Eventually, she left her mouth alone, trailing kisses down her jaw until she reached her neck, sucking on her pulse point until she knew it would leave a dark bruise.
“You’re lucky I don’t care about hickeys,” Jinx said. Her voice sounded floaty and far away.
Caitlyn hadn’t even thought to ask, but Jinx had just given her permission to make a mess of her. She was going to regret it tomorrow. Caitlyn covered her neck, shoulders, and chest in sloppy kisses and bite marks. Jinx made a few more snide remarks, but she was starting to lose her ability to speak. Eventually, she opened her mouth to say something sarcastic, but all that came out was a whimper as Caitlyn nibbled on the soft flesh of her breast.
Caitlyn wanted to rip the damn bustier off of her, leaving her fully exposed, but she was worried she wouldn’t know how to get it back on her. Besides, it looked nice enough. It was working wonders for Jinx’s chest, which probably looked a lot better with the top on rather than off. She left the top alone.
It was the outfit, the damned outfit, that was driving Caitlyn so insane. She had seen Jinx so many times over the past two years, dressed in all manner of styles. Casual, semi-formal, swimwear. She always looked good, always looked hot. But this was a new one. She had never seen her look this slutty before.
Caitlyn’s hands found her ass again, this time slipping further in than they had before, almost spreading Jinx apart. She was fully hard, her cock straining against her pants.
“Why are you dressed like this?” she asked, her voice low.
“Why are you dressed like this? ” Jinx asked, reaching up to tug on her bikini top.
Caitlyn ran her tongue over the inside of her cheek. Jinx grinned knowingly.
“You wanted to piss Vi off, didn’t you? I saw the two of you going at it earlier.”
Of course she had.
“No,” said Caitlyn, lying.
“Sure, Cupcake.”
“Don’t call me that,” she snarled.
“What should I call you, then?”
“My fucking name.”
Once more, Jinx tried to make a joke, but Caitlyn cut her off by slipping one hand down, between her legs, and pressing two fingers against a spot where she expected to feel fabric, but was met with much less than she expected. Jinx involuntarily pressed her hips down and moaned.
“Are you wearing a fucking thong?” she hissed.
“G-string, actually. Is that a problem?”
Caitlyn groaned. She withdrew her hand and reached between Jinx’s legs from the front this time, feeling the thin strip of fabric that was barely doing its intended job. Ignoring her obscene choice in underwear, Caitlyn found that Jinx was very, very wet. Pride swelled in her chest. She did this to her.
Jinx must have seen the cocky grin on her face, because she was blushing and suddenly acting quite shy.
“Nervous?” Caitlyn asked. She had intended for it to come across as sardonic, but a bit of genuine concern had invaded her voice. As aggressive as she was being, she didn’t want to make Jinx uncomfortable. That wasn’t the point of this. It was why she hadn’t immediately whipped her dick out (that, and she hadn't brought any condoms with her).
“No, of course not. I just…” Caitlyn’s fingers were still pressing into her, and she squirmed. “Fuck. I…” Jinx bit her lip like she wanted to say something but wasn’t allowing herself to say it.
Caitlyn, worried, withdrew her hand, but Jinx grabbed her wrist and pulled it back down.
“No! I want this, I promise. I’m not some bashful virgin, you know,” she said, her deepening blush saying otherwise.
Caitlyn caught on to what was happening, and her wolfish grin returned.
“I know, you’re a little slut. But I’m making you act like this, right?” She pressed her fingers in again, this time letting them slip past the fabric, in between her lips, dipping further into that wetness.
Jinx practically tried to sit down on her hand, her legs going weak beneath her. “S-say it again,” she breathed.
“What? That you’re a slut?” Caitlyn’s fingers found her clit, sliding around it and gently massaging the sensitive bud. “That you came out tonight, dressed like this, because you wanted someone to take you out back and fuck you stupid in the alley?” Caitlyn licked her lips. “Because you wanted me to do this to you?”
Jinx’s mouth was wide open, jaw locked, eyes shut. “Please—”
“Please what? Shove my fingers inside you and fuck you until you can’t walk straight?” Caitlyn leaned in, returning to place more bite marks on her exposed shoulders.
“Please, Caitlyn…”
“Say it. Say you want me to ruin you.”
She kept her fingers there, slowly, tantalizingly massaging the soft flesh around her clit. Caitlyn knew it wasn’t enough for her. Her fingertips were mere centimeters away from where they should be, where they could spark actual satisfaction. She was just teasing.
“I… I want you to ruin me.”
“Say it again.”
“I want you to ruin me!”
Caitlyn sunk her teeth into Jinx’s shoulder and pushed her hand deeper. The heel of her palm pressed against her clit, and she let two fingers slide into Jinx.
Jinx cried out a little too loudly. Caitlyn raised her head to cover Jinx’s mouth with her own, muffling the scream. She stayed there as she slowly pumped her fingers, swallowing Jinx’s moans. All that bratty, feisty fervor had left the younger woman, replaced by desperate lust. Her hands roamed across Caitlyn’s back. She was bucking against Caitlyn’s hand, grinding her clit against her palm. Caitlyn curled her fingers, seeking out that sweet spot she knew would be there somewhere. When she found it, Jinx bit Caitlyn’s lip and sunk her nails into her back, dragging them down with such intensity that she was sure blood had been drawn. And it felt amazing. Her cock was throbbing, begging for some attention, and she was worried she was going to come in her pants before she could finish Jinx off.
Then, she felt Jinx clamping down around her fingers. She was close. She pulled away from her mouth, admiring the look on her face as she whined and whimpered.
“So desperate…” Caitlyn whispered, her tone somewhere between admiration and admonishment. “You need this, don’t you? You need to be fucked like this.”
She pumped her fingers harder, curling them against that spot she had found, the one that made Jinx quiver and cry.
“You need someone to fuck you like this, finger you until you’re falling apart in some dank alleyway. All for your sister’s girlfriend.”
Caitlyn was the one who was cheating, but somehow it felt like it was just as disrespectful that Jinx was willingly participating. They were both guilty parties.
Why did that make it feel even better?
“C-Cait—lyn!”
The sound of her own name echoed in her ears as she felt Jinx fluttering around her fingers. Slick spilled from her, pooling in Caitlyn’s hand and dripping down the inside of Jinx’s thighs. She would have fallen if Caitlyn hadn’t thought to wrap her spare arm around her to support her. She let Jinx fall into her, leaving her hand buried between her legs as she trembled.
Caitlyn laughed darkly. “Did you just come right after I reminded you what it is we’re doing? Dirty girl.”
Jinx still couldn’t form a proper response, slumped against the older woman, doing everything she could to return the strength to her legs. Even as Jinx was able to stand, Caitlyn didn’t remove her hand. It was almost like she was holding onto her cunt, keeping the two of them locked together.
Caitlyn thought about doing it all again, fucking Jinx until she really fell apart. But there was warmth between her own legs that needed to be satisfied.
“Ready to return the favor?” she purred.
Jinx, still catching her breath, nodded. Caitlyn finally removed her hand, raising it to her mouth to lick it clean. Jinx leaned back, sliding down the wall until she was on her knees. Caitlyn undid her belt, unzipped her fly, and pulled down her underwear, freeing her fully erect cock. She placed one hand against the wall and the other on the back of Jinx’s head. Jinx leaned in, letting her cock rest against the side of her face.
“What a pretty little slut. Time to get to work,” Caitlyn said in a sing-song voice.
And Jinx did, sliding her lips around the head of her cock and gently sucking. Caitlyn’s jaw clamped shut as she stifled a groan, pressing her forehead against the brick wall until it stung. Jinx took her in slowly, getting halfway down before she stopped and began to bob her head.
Jinx slipped a hand between her legs, then raised it to grip the base of Caitlyn’s shaft. Caitlyn hissed when she felt how wet her hand was—she was using her own slick as lube. Jinx pumped her hand in time with her mouth. She was looking up at Caitlyn with those wide, blue eyes. Caitlyn shuddered.
“You’re so good,” she murmured. “You’re such a good little slut. All for me, right?”
She was surprised when Jinx hummed and just barely nodded her head as she tried to push further. Caitlyn wasn’t sure if it was the vibrations from the sound or the acknowledgement of her words, but it made all the blood rush out of her head and into her dick. Caitlyn felt herself pressing against the back of Jinx’s throat.
“You don’t do this for—ngh—anyone else, do you?”
Another hum. Jinx let go, pushing herself further. Caitlyn stared at her. She was going at it like she was starving and Caitlyn’s cock was her favorite food.
“Just for me. My little back alley slut,” Caitlyn babbled. “So good.”
For someone so small, Jinx could take a lot. Caitlyn was bigger than her in every respect, but she was still managing to swallow her entire length. She could see the girl’s throat bulging as she pushed further.
That was all it took.
Caitlyn pulled back—but not entirely out—as she came. She filled her mouth, and Jinx did her best to swallow as much as possible, but some still spilled out of her lips, running down her chin as Caitlyn pulled all the way out. Her cock twitched and jumped as the aftershocks of her orgasm ran through her, slowly softening. A bit of cum threatened to drip from the falling tip, but Jinx leaned forward and swirled her tongue around the head, licking it clean. Caitlyn whimpered, entirely overstimulated.
She did her best to tuck her dick back into her underwear as she slumped over, joining Jinx on her knees.
“Where did you learn to do that?” she asked, breathless.
Jinx wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Right here.”
Caitlyn balked. “What!?”
“Yeah, I’ve only ever eaten pussy before. That was new.”
“Fucking hell.” Caitlyn slumped against her. “If I had a condom…”
“You would fuck me stupid, right?” Jinx grinned. “Too bad. Maybe some other time.”
Caitlyn blinked. “You’d… do this again?”
“Why not?”
“I… I’m dating your sister.”
Jinx bit her lip. “Well, break up with her. She kinda sucks.”
For a moment, Caitlyn was silent, but then she burst into laughter.
“Yeah, she fucking does, doesn’t she? Shit.”
Caitlyn sat up and kissed Jinx, tasting herself on her tongue. Jinx leaned in, and they rocked against each other as the kiss intensified, and suddenly Caitlyn was feeling like this shouldn’t end here. She broke away, searching Jinx’s eyes, trying to get a read on the girl’s intentions.
“I have condoms at my apartment,” she said quietly.
Jinx grinned. A nasty, dirty grin, made all the filthier by the smeared lipstick and traces of semen around her mouth.
“Well then, what are we waiting for?”