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abbyslovergirlxo · 2 days ago

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is there gonna be a second part for "Same Damn Time"?

Same Damn Time 2

Ambessa Medarda x Reader x Caitlyn Kiramman

synopsis: You’ve been in Stillwater for weeks now and they’ve showed no signs of letting you go. You decide to say something but what’d you really expect from piltovers finest?

A/n: the way it’s been months and I’m just now dropping the sequel. I honestly had no idea where to take this but people surprisingly wanted a part 2 so here’s what I managed. still overly freaked out so uhh if you’re not into that please scroll 🙏

tw: 18+!!! , Dom!medarda, Dom!Kiramman, rough sex, brat taming? (not really), possessive tendencies, overstimulation, dacryphilia (that blue haired bitch lovessss seeing you cry), unhealthy relationships, small bits of praise (not much lmao) , blah blah blah. ALL SEX IS CONSENSUAL. just a lil rough 😭

word count: 3.7k (ikkk I was being lazy 😝)

Jinx would probably grimace at the sight of you. They all would. You tried to not think about it, doing your best to put it in the back of your mind. But then their lips were on your skin and you swore you could hear them. Vi telling you to get your act together. Their hands were spreading your thighs apart and in the corner you swore you saw them peering at you. Jinx's eyes purple and wide with anger.

I didn’t say anything about you. Never.

But that's not what really plagued you, was it? That’s not what really mattered. You knew you’d never spill a word out about them. But this was betrayal in its own way. It was the fire in your belly when Kiramman had her hand wrapped around your bruised neck. It was the itch in your palm whenever Medarda pulled away. It was the feeling that spoke to you like a devil on your shoulder. And it did it so wonderfully. So evilly. The same women who thirsted for the capture of your friends, your family, your people, were feeding off of you most nights. How pitiful. And yet there you were, doing exactly as they said, quick with your little thank you’s and please’s.

They were cruel women. You knew that. So what did that make you?

You could hear the sound of footsteps approaching, like routine. The sun had set not so long ago so you figured they’d be here soon. They didn’t visit you every night but it was quite often. Too often. For the first two weeks you figured it was a power trip, they’d come down to filthy stillwater and have their way with you and be on their way. You figured that soon they’d grow bored of you and your lack of usefulness. Soon they would forget all about you and you’d be able to escape. But then another week passed. And then you were moved into a nicer, more secure cell. And then another week. And then another. You loathed how quickly you grew used to being shuffled out of your cell and put into that room.

“ prisoner 328, to the door. “

The guard spoke in such a formal tone. It almost made you scoff as you stood up, dragging your feet to the cell doors. You could hear an occasional clicking as he sorted through the keys before he unlocked the iron doors. You held your hands out, waiting for cuffs. The guard shook his head, gesturing for you to walk in front of him. Confusion was clear on your face. No cuffs? You walked in front, steadily and unsure.

“ I could attack you, you know. No handcuffs are pretty stupid.”

His small laugh was humorless, as you’d expected.

“ Commander's orders, just keep walking 328. You know the way.”

“ I have a name.”

“ Did I not call you 328?”

You muttered an asshole as you turned the corner, knowing that it was only getting closer. Your insides burned thinking about them. You imagined the look in Kirammans eyes everytime you shed a tear, like you were giving her a gift, something to be consumed only by her. That shouldn’t have made you shuffle faster to the door. But it did. When you made it, you turned towards the guard.

“ Just because I don’t have cuffs doesn't mean I have keys.”

He rolled his eyes, unlocking it for you. You slipped into the room, noticing how quickly he shut it behind you. It was dim, as always. And they weren’t there yet, as always. They’d call in, have you sitting in there waiting for them. Those bastards. You paced around, thinking at a million miles per minute.

Why no cuffs?

Jinx and Vi must be so worried about me.

I need to get out of here.

When are they going to get here?

Jinx

Isha

Ji– When are they going to get here?

When are they going to get here?

When are the—

The loud click of the door unlocking was unmistakable. Routine.

“ Hi, filthy girl.” Kiramman, gapped teeth on view.

“ The guards said you didn’t eat lunch dearest, don’t let that happen again.” Medarda, voice heavy with her usual authority.

They both laid their jackets on the metal table, making their way towards you. Usually you would’ve walked towards them but you backed away. Medarda raised her brow while her inferior frowned the slightest.

“ I-...”

The lightest flick of her head, a small but loud gesture beckoning you over. You did your best to ignore the intimidation sinking into your skin when she flexed her gloved hand.

“ You’re being rude. We traveled all the way down here, we expect a proper greeting.”

Suffocate beneath their hands and mouths they mean.

“ I didn’t ask you to travel all the way down here. I didn’t even ask to be here.”

All three of you were stunned by your words. For the past almost seven weeks you’d been laying back and taking it, no matter how much your conscience clawed at you. No matter how much the idea of doing it made you wonder how truly incorrigible you were. But today you couldn’t do that. Because you were starting to feel something dangerous. And you were starting to wonder the worst. What if they were feeling it too?

Medarda squinted her eyes at you, as if trying to analyze the very atoms on your skin. And secretly you worried she was finding whatever she was looking for. So you backed away more, shook your head.

“ This isn’t right. I’m a prisoner here! For no reason, assholes!”

Kiramman scoffed. You scowled at her and she had no problem scowling back. A part of you wanted to look away but that idea alone made you stare back harder. They practically had you trained just off the glance of their irises, that made you furious. Frustrated.

“ I wait in that cell all day for the both of you! And then you just call me in here like some fucking plaything!”

Silence.

“ I shouldn’t be here! And–...You both shouldn’t…”

“ Shouldn’t what? Say it.”

“ What we’re doing is wrong.”

Those same blue eyes taunted you without having said a word. That same humiliating laugh. That same eye roll that told you that you’d already lost whatever argument you were stirring up. She carried a quiet power about her and you hated it.

“ Which part exactly?”

She stepped closer, her arms crossed. Even the question itself was a display of power. You were yelling, using the octave of your voice to show how upset you were. But she didn’t need that. Neither of them did. Her voice was threatening but smooth, calm and dangerous. She didn’t need to yell. The sound of her low tone alone made your body wonder why you were resisting in the first place.

“ The part where you let Medarda fuck your cunt until you cried?”

You grimaced, she stepped closer.

“ The part where you swallowed my spit when I said so?”

She watched as you shook your head again, backing yourself into the wall.

“ No? Not those? Maybe the part where you said ‘please kiramman’ so politely? Which part?”

Medarda spoke from across the room, still watching as Kiramman grew nearer to you.

“ Or maybe ‘I'm sorry, medarda’. Maybe that's the part you’re talking about, hm?”

The room seemed to grow smaller when you pressed harder against the concrete wall. It was no use though, before you knew it she was right in front of you, towering. Your heart was racing at a million miles per minute. She didn’t miss the way you flinched when her blue hair grazed your cheek. Her hand suddenly was cupping your face, the fabric of her shift pressing into your chest, the smell of her consuming your nose. You refused to look at her. But that didn’t matter, to her at least. She simply leaned into your ear.

“ Do you want us to leave?”

Her other hand somehow found its way to your waistband, pulling it just enough so that it snapped against the skin. You bit your lip, refusing to whimper from it. She didn’t seem to like that, using that same hand to find it way inside your hair pulling so that she could hear that unforgettable groan from your lips.

“ Answer the question. We can leave right now, have you go back to your cell .”

You reached a desperate hand up to her shoulder, whimpering when you felt another tug at your poor scalp. She pulled away, moving your face so you made eye contact with her.

“ But I bet my life you’d be going back with wet panties. Isn’t that right?

She smiled at the pout you offered her.

“ Don’t give me that face. Do you want us to stay or not? Say nothing and we walk out right now.”

This is unfair, is what you wanted to say. You’re not listening. We shouldn’t. But then she stayed true to her word, let go of you and walked right over to her jacket. They didn’t even spare you a glance when they tossed the expensive coats over their shoulders. You almost stayed quiet when they reached that door.

Almost.

“ Wait…”

….

They were upset. Of exactly what you couldn’t be sure. But it showed in her hips, showed in her eyes.

“ Eyes up here. Going dumb is for girls who know how to listen. You keep your eyes right up here.”

“ –n…nghhh–”

You could feel something wet drip onto your hand. At first you couldn’t begin to imagine what it was until you felt another rhythmic, drip drip hit it again. Tears. That must be why she was smiling so widely, holding your throat so roughly. She rolled her eyes when you whined in protest, the act of holding your eyes open feeling impossible. How were you meant to? They had you on your knees, Medarda thrusting into you with that dark black strap like it was actually hers. You could barely breathe, no time given to you between the last three orgasms. You whimpered something about how it was too much.

Disobedient girls don’t get breaks.

“ Did I not say eyes up here? You’re a fucking mess today. First that outburst and now this?”

“ kira–nng! ‘m sorryy–”

“ Enough of that. So many apologies…”

The venom in her tone hit you with an unfair force. Your legs trembled, the metal starting to heat beneath your desperate knees. You could’ve sworn your hands were going numb from how hard they pressed against that stupid table. Your nipples hardened, shying away from the cold air. But every other part of your body was hot to the touch, alive with exhaustion and lust. Medarda sped up again making you fight the roll of your eyes, your fist clenching. It took everything in you to not let out another mewl, another ‘sorry’. She was watching you like she wanted you to fuck up again, to do something that proved just how ‘disobedient’ you were.

Medarda was fucking you like you owed her something, it was unforgiving in all the ways you’d knew the Noxian warlord to be. She didn’t let her fingers roam like she usually did. Her hands were precise, rough. She gripped onto the fat of your hips like she wanted to snap your bones. And at the rate she was going, you were sure she would. The soft rub of your ass after she’d slap it like it belonged to her was absent. It was just one strike after another.

You were melting. Too many filthy words in your ears. Angry touches on your skin. Loud echoes of skin and harness colliding. Blue eyes that showed nothing but spite.

A familiar bundle built in your stomach, quickly and without grace. Usually you’d warn them but it was coming so quick you weren’t even given the chance. Kiramman stared into your eyes as you finished, hand still resting on your throat just enough to make you feel it. She tsked at the way your eyes rolled, the contact you tried so hard to keep long gone. And Medarda only kept going, slapping your ass and letting out a mocking, “that’ss it, dearest.”

You whimpered when you felt the sting of a hand on your face.

“ Is this the part we shouldn’t be doing?”

She leaned in closer, ignoring the small please she heard you whisper. Her hand suddenly roamed to your breast, pinching the nipple harshly as they bounced back and forth. She secretly reveled in the sounds it drew from you, making her only squeeze them harder. You sounded so damn messy, broken even. She felt drool hit her arm. What a mess, she thought. Still, you need to learn something.

“ Look at me.”

The moment you shifted your eyes to hers, she suddenly squeezed. That possessive hand around your throat now had a deathlike force behind it. All you got out was a choked sob before you felt Medarda slap your ass like she wanted to take the damn skin off. You thought you heard her say something along the lines of shut the fuck up. But you couldn’t be 100% sure, not when blood was thrumming through your ears. Not when Kiramman was staring like she could see right through you.

“ Don’t you ever raise your voice at us again. Ever.”

She pressed her forehead against yours, the sounds of your strangled groans even closer now.

“ You’re damn right you wait for us. You’re damn right you open these legs for us. Our little plaything. You listen to me. You listen to u– Move your hand.”

A choked whine sounded throughout the room. It was only for a second that you really tried to pry her hands. You weren’t even aware your hand was gripping her wrist. She was so strong, so filling. You dropped it almost instantly, your legs beginning to shake again around the strap. Your legs slowly closed until Medarda slapped your skin leaving a red mark. Without hesitation you sprung them wide even when it felt like you were being split open. She smiled smugly at that, her silent way of saying ‘see? you listen.’

“ Look at you, about to finish all over her strap again. Always ready to make a mess for us.”

Dark spots started dancing around your vision. She leaned in close, the heat of her body making yours only hotter. She pressed the quickest kiss against your earlobe. A smirk tracing on the side of your face. She was enjoying every bit of this. You sounded like a dying fish, the desperate gasps and groans making her want to rip everything you had to offer out of you. That look in your eye. So different from the girl she interrogated. So compliant.

“ I wonder what your friends would say if they saw you like this, drooling all over this disgusting table. And you still won’t tell us anything but that's okay, right General? This nasty cunt does all the talking we need, knows exactly what to say. ”

Medarda let something out that was a mixture of a laugh and a grunt.

“ If you want to call it that. She’s always crying if anything. And she’s about to cry again isn’t she?”

She took her hand off your throat, smiling as she licked the tears that pooled around your jaw as you heaved.

“ Answer her. Tell us how she’s going to cry.”

Through gasps and sobs you nodded aggressively.

“ ohmy-god…yess! s-she’s gonna cry ag–”

Your orgasm was so good that it was almost painful. Your limbs completely gave out, their hands so effortlessly catching you like they knew you didn’t have strength before your body did. It seemed they knew everything. Kiramman mocked your moans and whimpers as your orgasm got snatched out of you. She knew the pitch of your sobs whenever you came, the shade of red your eyes got whenever you couldn’t help but cry. Medarda told you to breathe as she kept fucking you, like she just knew you weren’t. Have to breathe through it dearest. They watched you fall apart on that table with no remorse. Not a drop of it. It was humiliating, the sounds of your filthy moans being echoed right into your crying cheek, the feeling of your cunt having no choice but to flutter violently while the older woman fucked you like she didn’t understand what it meant to get tired, the quiver of your lips as you itched to speak.

She noticed.

“ What is it? Go ahead, tell me.”

You looked at her through blurry eyes. She nodded her head at you, a small encouragement. She even leaned in, an uncharacteristic act of kindness when you clearly struggled to speak louder than the sound of Medarda wrecking your pussy.

“ Come on. You’ve got it.”

“...please, ‘s t-too...”

She shook her head, tsking, as if she was disappointed that’s all you had to say.

“ You don’t get it, do you? You belong to us. It’s too much when we say it is. And you hear that, how loud she is?”

You could barely manage words, let alone movement of the body they were still holding up. She settled for using her hand to nod your head yes.

“ She doesn’t stop crying for us until we allow it.”

“ suhh…sor–”

“ shh, shh. No need to be sorry.”

She leaned in again.

“ Just need you to lay here take it. I want you to show me exactly what we shouldn’t be doing.”

…

It was messy, loud, and disgusting.

You expected no less from them. And yet they’d never fucked you like this. There was always a level of superiority dancing around them whenever they had you like this. But this was something more intense, passionate. Initially you could’ve sworn they were trying to fuck something out of you but the longer you were holed in there you began to think they were trying to fuck something into you. They spoke to you like they needed to hear it too, as if they were corrupting not only you but themselves.

“ You’re going to cum again. That's okay, let it all out, all over me. Show me who this strap really belongs to.”

“ This is our cunt. Don’t let that stupid voice in your head tell you any different.”

“ Say thank you.”

“ You needed this, didn't you? Always fucking do.”

“ You’re confused sweetheart. Prisoners' cunts don't make as much noise as yours does.”

“ You’re not going anywhere. Even if you tried to, this pussy would come running right back. Don’t do that, you’re shaking your head like you don’t know it’s true.”

“ All this shaking and crying. Stop being so stubborn. Give us another one, you owe us that and everything else that drips out of this filthy cunt.”

“ It’s okay, cry right here. Right on your sweet commander, isn’t that right?”

“ Try to lift your hips again and I’m cuffing you to the damn table.”

“ Ours. Say it. Tell me who these tears are for.”

One moment you had Medarda wringing your cum out of you until you were incoherent, the next Kiramman was between your legs eating like she hated the idea of anything else being in her mouth. You took it and took it. You let them put you in the most wicked positions with hearts pouring out of your eyes. Every whisper was an act of sovereignty. Every slap was a reminder. And every kiss was a bruising, silent claim. They didn’t even need to tell you who you belonged to as many times as they did, their touch did that for them.

By the time they were done you looked awful. Bruises were all over your neck, your thighs a display of aggressive molars and angry pinches. Your curls were frizzy, tousled into a frenzy. Sweat beaded down your forehead, the occasional drip being heard from what you assumed was your own sweat and tears. Your breathing was shallow and exhausted. You’d been fucked so hard you’d have confused the hard metal table to be a bed if you weren’t careful. And they could tell, which is why they propped you up and made you thank each of them for what they did to you. But they still weren’t satisfied, which is why Medarda was cupping your face gently now as you slumped against Kiramman who couldn’t help but leave extra love bites along your collarbone.

“ We’d like an apology, little one. You were so cruel to us earlier and we were still nice enough to fuck you silly. Maybe we’ve been too nice to you.”

Nice? That was laughable.

“ ‘m sorry.”

Kiramman spoke between peppered bites.

“ For? We taught you how to apologize properly, you know that.”

A line of her saliva dripped down your back.

“ I’m sorry f-for being rude. I won’t do it again.”

Medarda smiled at that, caressing the crease of your jaw with her thumb.

“ And why won’t you do it?”

Kiramman traced a smile into your neck, like she knew exactly what words you were going to speak and she was salivating just at the thought. You tensed, squeezed the edge of the table beneath your palm. Her eyes bore into yours, those beautiful pools of hazel never letting up. You were naked, breast covered in purple marks and cunt still dripping. And yet your cheeks grew hot at the idea of saying what you knew they were looking to hear. But then you felt the curve of Kirammans fingers as she gently moved your hair out of the way to keep biting. You felt the caress of Medarda’s other hand rubbing your hip bone. You could’ve told them off, gotten your fill of them and then went back to your cell.

But you knew it’d never be enough. You’d never get your fill. You tried to imagine being anywhere other than here, far off in the undercity at that same dirty bar, that same empty feeling in your chest.

You almost laughed when you realized that it was too late.

Maybe it was the sex. The glances, the commands, the power. Hell maybe it was brainwashing. It didn’t matter really. They were addicted to you and they were never letting you leave.

And you loved that.

“ b-because I belong to you…the both of you.”

THE END ( please don’t ask for part 3, I was struggling just to do this shit 😂)

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