Rules- Katie x Caitlin x reader

Y/n was stretched out across the bed in nothing but Katie's old training top—too big, sleeves rolled up, hem barely covering anything.

She took the selfie at just the right angle, enough thigh, enough of a smirk, tongue caught between teeth like she knew exactly what she was doing.

And she did.

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Then she tossed her phone aside and waited. It didn't take long.

Caitlin: thinking horny thoughts. Ready to pounce the second we're out of here.Katie: fifty shades of fuckin annoyed rn. Stop it.

Y/n grinned to herself, rolling onto her stomach and kicking her feet in the air like she was innocent.

Katie: Don't you dare touch yourself before we get home.

She waited a beat. Then replied:

Y/n: oops 😌 was I not supposed to?

The typing bubble on Katie's end popped up. Then it disappeared. Then came back.

Katie: you're fucked.

Y/n laughed quietly to herself, burying her face in the pillow. She could practically hear Caitlin's snort and Katie's murderous Irish muttering from here.

She looked at the clock. They would be home in less than an hour.

She could definitely kill some time.

But she also kind of wanted to see what Katie would do if she waited.

...Or didn't.

Y/n was curled up on the bed, pretending to scroll through her phone like she hadn't just spent the last thirty minutes testing how far she could push Katie's patience through text.

She heard the front door slam first.

Then Caitlin's laugh.

Then silence.

That was never a good sign.

"Katie, don't scare her," Caitlin's voice drifted down the hallway, full of fond amusement.

Y/n barely had time to sit up before Katie appeared in the doorway, duffel bag still slung over her shoulder, jaw tight.

Y/n blinked up at her. "Hi."

Katie didn't say a word. Just crossed the room, dropped her bag, and tilted Y/n's chin up with two fingers.

"Hi," she said back, quiet, sharp, full of intent. "Didn't I tell you not to touch yourself?"

Y/n tried for a grin, but it came out sheepish. "Define touch."

From behind Katie, Caitlin leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, eyebrows raised. "She definitely did."

Y/n flopped back on the bed dramatically. "I got bored."

"You got cocky," Katie muttered, crawling over her and straddling her thighs. "That's what you got."

"Wasn't my fault," Y/n mumbled as Caitlin came to sit beside her, brushing fingers on her cheeks. "You both looked hot at media day."

Caitlin laughed, soft and warm. "Flattery won't save you."

Katie leaned down, her voice low against Y/n's ear. "You think sending those pictures was funny?"

Y/n swallowed, but she was smiling now. "A little."

"Mmmm." Katie brushed her lips over Y/n's cheek. "Good. Laugh it up."

And then, Caitlin kissed her neck.

Katie's hand slid under the hem of her shirt.

And Y/n suddenly wasn't so smug anymore as both of the girls touched her body.

But they missed where she needed the most, saying she didn't deserve it for not listening to Katie's order.

"Please," Y/n whispered, writhing under their combined attention. "Please, I'm sorry."

Katie just hummed, dragging her nails lightly across Y/n's stomach. "Sorry now, are we?"

Caitlin pulled back slightly, eyes dark with amusement. "You didn't listen."

"I was lonely," Y/n said, trying again. "I missed you."

Katie's voice was soft now, cruel only in its calmness. "And now you'll wait. Like a good girl should have in the first place."

Y/n tried to cry, she tried to beg, but Caitlin and Katie ignored her.

Katie just continued to touch her tits, her thighs, everywhere but her pussy.

And Caitlin?

She was too busy kissing her neck and marking her up in places the other players coulndt' see.

Y/n whimpered, tears welling in her eyes as they continued—teasing, touching, kissing, but never giving her what she truly wanted.

Katie kissed Y/n's cheek, feeling the saltiness of her tears. "Shh, it's okay, baby, don't cry."

"B-but I want—"

Katie pecked her on the lips as Caitling kissed all the way down her lower stomach.

"I know what you want," Katie said, cutting her off. "But actions have consequences."

"But you guys were away."

"We were working," Katie said. "Working to buy you all the pretty clothes you want, working to get you to the nicest hotel on away games."

Caitlin's mouth met her wet cunt.

Y/n's back arched from the bed as she moaned. "Caitlin, please, right there, please, please–"

But it didn't last long.

When Y/n was close to reaching her high, Caitlin stopped, turning her attention to the inside of Y/n's thigh again.

"You don't get to cum tonight," Katie whispered. "We're just playing with you now."

And they did.

Every touch was purposeful, every kiss just shy of mercy.

Y/n squirmed and sobbed and begged, but they took their time, relishing every second of control, of punishment, of love disguised as restraint.

After they were done with her, Y/n curled into herself, shivering and overwhelmed.

Her cheeks were damp, lashes clumped with unshed tears.

The ache in her body had turned into something deeper—raw, emotional.

She didn't even know why she was crying anymore.

Maybe it was the frustration. Maybe it was how badly she wanted them, how bad she wanted to cum.

Maybe it was just... them.

Katie slid in behind her without a word, wrapping an arm tight around her waist and pulling her back against her chest.

No teasing now, no smug smirks—just warmth.

"Shhh," she whispered, burying her nose in Y/n's shoulder. "I've got you."

Caitlin, ever gentle, wiped the tears off Y/n's cheeks with her thumbs before pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You okay, love?"

Y/n just whimpered.

"I know," Katie murmured. "I know, baby. You were so good for us."

Y/n hiccupped a soft sob. "But... but you didn't let me—"

"I know," Katie repeated, softer this time, like an apology.

"And you're still ours. Even without that, you'll cum tomorrow, right now you'll take your consequences, alright?"

Caitlin was lying on the other side now, hand resting on Y/n's belly, grounding her. "We'll take care of you. You're safe, okay?"

"You're not mad at me?" she asked, voice small.

Katie's arms tightened around her. "No, sweet girl. Never."

They stayed like that, the three of them tangled up in each other, soft kisses placed wherever Y/n's skin needed reassurance.

Her body still ached, still buzzed—but the tears stopped, the panic eased.

They promised tomorrow. It was okay.

Eventually, Caitlin whispered, "Sleep, baby. We've got you."

And with Katie's heartbeat at her back and Caitlin's hand resting over her heart, Y/n let herself drift, held, safe, and so deeply loved.