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Criminal Mastermind! Caitlyn x fem!reader

I made Caitlyn in GTA5, and it sparked the idea of: What if Caitlyn was a criminal mastermind?? Well! I wrote this because no one else did… This is WLNM. / Woman loving non men

1472 Words!

Warnings: Descriptions of injury (Blood and gunshot wound- Literally just patching Caitlyn up.)

Caitlyn kept her eyes on the road, driving through the somewhat chaotic streets of Los Santos. She had the radio on quietly, some ‘Wham!’ song playing over the speakers in the car. Caitlyn’s car was nice. Not what you’d expect a multi-millionaire to have- It was a muscle car. Ice white on the main body of the car, and a dark navy for the accents. The inside being a black leather finish.

Caitlyn’s ears perk up at the sound of fabric rustling. With one hand on the wheel, she looks up in the rear-view mirror. You sat there, changing your shirt.

“... Do I want to know why you’re changing in the back of my car?” Caitlyn asks, her gaze flickering from the road to the mirror and back at you. You yelp, grabbing the fabric of your shirt to cover yourself, just for an inch of decency.

“Eyes on the road!” You say, ducking down so she can’t see you. You hear her chuckle; she turns the radio off fully now. She looks back at the road. “I’m changing because my other shirt got dirty.” You add on, a red flush slowly climbing onto your face.

“And you just so coincidentally had a spare shirt?” Caitlyn shoots back, a hint of suspicion, but mainly amusement.

“Yes. I did.” You respond, shoving the clean shirt over your head and down your body. “Stop looking! You have enough phone numbers of random stripers to call and look at.” You quickly move back in the seat, putting on the seat belt.

“Right.” Caitlyn deadpans, looking in the rear-view mirror again. She doesn’t even need to look to know where to park for her apartment. The car pulls up and the engine shuts off. “I don’t call them over for the specific reason of staring at their, erm, chests. I have more pride than that.” She states in a ��matter of fact’ tone. She undoes her seatbelt. Caitlyn turns to look at you now. You stare back.

“My point stands. You are a literal millionaire, and yet you choose to ride into stereotypes, and you could share all that wealth with someone?” You comment, un-buckling your seatbelt too.

“With my life? You know my life that involves robberies that shake the great nation of America?” Caitlyn asks, the end bit sarcastic. She then shakes her head. “No. I’d rather not put someone I care about in danger. Like you, sure, I’ll give you rides and everything, but if you ever ask to help and or join my organizations the answer will always be no.” At the end of this, Caitlyn sighs. She turns back and gets out of the car, opening your car door as well. One of her arms leans on the top of the car, the other resting on your seat. She leans in. “Plus, if I got a girlfriend then you’d be left out.” She says, before moving back.

Something about Caitlyn caring like that. Caring if you were left out or not, it just gave you butterflies. I mean, you’ve always had a crush on her. Sometimes more than others. For example, the time she was showing you, her outfits. Something about the way she knew so much about the different fabrics, the way she rambled about it. It was weird the effect she had on you.

A few weeks later you were in Caitlyn’s apartment, she had given you a spare key when she started getting wealthier. She said it was a sign that she would never push you out of your friend circle just because she got richer. It was a weird way that Caitlyn showed that she cared, but hey, this is Caitlyn.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when a door is slammed. You glance up, jumping up.

“Cait?” You call out, moving through the apartment to the main door. And to your shock, there Caitlyn was. Bloodied and bruised. She limped past you; her face was like stone. She was not in the mood. You follow behind worriedly, watching as she pours herself some scotch, throwing it back almost immediately. She limped over to one of the white chairs in the corner, she painted the chair red without even realising. You again, follow like a lost dog. But you had an intention to help, grabbing the first aid off the shelf. You move to stand in front of her. Caitlyn looks up at you, her face unamused.

“Do you actually think you can patch up gun wounds with that? With a shitty first aid from a corner shop and a day course in first aid?” She questions, her tone uncharacteristically sharp. You hesitantly nod, if you could help, you would. She seems to notice your determined gleam in your eye and shakes her head with a sigh. She gestures with her left hand to go ahead and try. With her right she pulls up the side of her white button up where the blood was spilling from. You shake off the flush forming on your cheeks at the new skin, even when it was distorted with a bullet hole and blood. You felt like a Victorian teenager seeing a bare ankle for the first time.

“I’m just going to…” You trail off, moving to press a bandage to the wound, you move your head down to look at it better. You pause, realising you have no clue if the bullet was still inside her. Caitlyn hisses in pain, and you shoot your head back up to look at her. “U-um. Cait? P-Probably a bad time, but uhm. Is this…” You go quiet, looking back at the hole.

“The?” Caitlyn prompts, the agitation in her voice clear. To be fair, she was bleeding out.

“The erm- Bullet?... Is it still… Y’know.” You gulp, your hands getting bloody. You apply more pressure, and she grits her teeth.

“No. It’s not.” She replies, her voice dry and cut. You nod meekly, moving to get another bandage.

After a few minutes, you wrap her torso up, trying to ignore two things, one, her toned stomach and abs, and two, the feeling of her skin against your hands.

You look down at your hands, blood everywhere on them. You hold your hands up in front of you.

“I’m gonna go... Uh, wash my hands.” You say awkwardly. What else were you supposed to say in this situation! You just bandaged up a criminal mastermind and had her blood on your hands.

“Yep.” Caitlyn replies. Her voice is not as sharp anymore, just more pain. She stands up, moving to the sink as well, she sighs washing her hands alongside you. You glance at her, nervous. She senses this, and so she dries her hands and looks at you. “I didn't mean to… To act so cold, when I came in.” She comments.

“I mean, you had been shot through your side, so I get why.” You joke, looking at her now. You look up at her, glancing down at her lips every now and then. She hums, acknowledging the joke to try and lighten the mood. A quiet ‘thank you.’

“I’m lucky you were here then, huh?” She asks, a small smile slowly forming on her face. You nod with a matching smile. She leans against the kitchen counter, looking down at you. The atmosphere becomes more a intimate and tranquil feel. You step closer. Out of instinct, Caitlyn reaches out, her hands resting on your hips. She tugs you closer. You stumble forwards, stopping just before you hit her. You blush, now looking up at her.

“Hi.” You whisper quietly, your hands now running across her sides, being mindful of her injury. You two are incredibly close, you can feel her breath fanning against your cheek. And her perfume. She smelled like Lychee and something else you can’t identify. Her small smile, now a wide one. Her spoiled mood had flipped in the twenty minutes she had been back. She leans down slightly, her breath now warm against your skin as she was closer.

“Hi.” She whispers back. Her hands move all the way around your hips, encircling your waist. You could feel the tension between you two, and if you could feel the tension, she could too. You blink twice. Then you cave, leaning up. You close your eyes and Caitlyn does too. You’re a little ecstatic about kissing her and push a little too far and bump your nose against her cheek. You squeak, and you could hear her chuckle. You ignore the embarrassment from that little slip up. And then it hits you. You are kissing Caitlyn. Caitlyn Kiramman. You burn red now, your body heating up as you pull back. And hey, you might not ever get this chance again, why not go all the way?

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