a/n: im a woman of my word. this wasnt for no billboard this was for the skreets..
warnings: smut, mention of alcohol, public sex ish, overstimulation, stuff that probably hurts kinda bad, pray for caitlin yall omggg
a cool friday night in october, and your friends had invited you out to a halloween themed night at a local dive bar. you had shown up fifteen minutes later than you said you would. traffic downtown was always hard for you to navigate, and parking was pretty limited on nights like this. you were excited for tonight, your group of friends was usually busy all the time nowadays so it was hard to find a time you could all gather together like you used to. you were carded at the door, head raised high when you walked into the bar. your eyes scanned the room looking for your friends who said they were already inside.
the atmosphere was great. it wasnât a costume party or event by any means. some girls had cute little headbands on, like bunny ears or cat ears, some people had a splash of fake blood on them, but thatâs about as far as the dressing up went. the halloween festivities could mostly be seen in the decorations throughout the bar. dark lights, dyed alcohol, fake cobwebs on the ceiling, and a lot of the cocktails came with little toothpicks with a little spider or ghost on top. the playlist was pretty on the nose for halloween as well.
you made your way around the bar, even stopping by the womens restroom, and your friends were nowhere to be seen. you figured they were either outside smoking or hidden in a stall because they found someone handing out bumps. theyâd find you eventually, but you wanted to drink now. you found one of the few empty stools at the bar and had a seat, waiting for the bartender to give you her attention. right next to you sat a girl with straight dark brown hair, and a black varsity style jacket on. the lighting in the bar was either doing her a lot of favors or she was one of the hottest girls youâd seen in a minute.
your eyes traced the outline of her profile, stopping at her mouth. as soon as your eyes landed on her lips, almost as if she knew you were watching, she wet them with her tongue. you should be looking away at this point, but something about her was so magnetic to you you couldnât help but let yourself be pulled in. she glanced over in your direction and even then you couldnât bring yourself to look away. you locked eyes. she blinked once in confusion.
this broke you from whatever spell you were under.
âyea, maybe.â the words fell out of your mouth. not very smooth.
this earned a smirk and an exhale out of her nose. then, the bartender came up to her, you supposed she was next in line, she was there before you after all.
âiâll have a green tea shot, and she wants a bloody mary.â
the bartender nodded as caitlin threw her card on the bar. you definitely noticed the metallic shine it gave off and the sound of the metal hitting the wood of the table, but you wouldnât say anything about it.
âyou donât know what i like.â you said
âyouâll drink it, wont you?â
i mean, it would be rude not to. âi guess.â
every time she smiled at you it felt like a jolt of electricity in your bones. this girl was hot. she told you her name was caitlin. she told you that you looked too good to be here alone. you had long forgotten about wherever the fuck your friends were. after she threw back her shot and you finished your drink, it seemed like that was enough for her to let whatever was holding her back go. the casual back handed very gentle brushing of hands while laughing turned to her massive hands gripping your thighs. slowly moving their way up. the conversation stayed light, but slowly she kept pulling you closer and closer into her. at one point, a man had came up to the two of you, and before he could get a word out she shooed him away, not moving her eyes away from you. her grip on you tightened every time you spoke. a couple of times sheâd lean into you, pretending she couldnât hear you with all of the noise in the bar, just to be able to smell your perfume.
she leaned back for a moment, adjusting her arm on you. just as she was, you got a peek under her open jacket. she was wearing an incredibly tight white crop top. her abs stole your attention for a moment. that didnât last long the second you realized she wasnât wearing a bra. and was thatâŚ? no. it couldnât be. she didnât seem like the type. fuck, that shirt was tight. you could see the outline of her collarbones. you needed her bad.
you said nothing and grabbed the hand that was on your thigh, standing up and dragging her to a brick wall in the bar. she knew what you wanted. guiding you by your waist back into the wall, she leaned down and her lips found yours in an instant. you were so worked up at this point it was pretty difficult to focus on anything but the feeling of her tongue in your mouth, even one of her large hands cupping your breast. your hands found their place in the back pockets of her loose black jeans, giving her ass a squeeze every few moments. the firmness of it surprised you. you felt like you were fighting a battle for dominance with your mouth, her height giving her an unfair advantage. it was so much easier for her to push into you.
your attention however was broken the moment she decided to make her free hand into a half fist and slid it between your legs, moving it back and forth against your crotch through your pants. you moaned into her mouth. immediately, she pulled away from you and shushed you silently.
âif youâre gonna be so loud, weâre better off going back to mine. iâll get an uber.â
neither of you were drunk enough that you couldnât drive, but the both of you were too fuzzy in the head to be able to focus on the road at all. the ride to caitlinâs house was excruciating. the two of you hardly said a word to one another. just nosy hands and mumbles into her neck. the second you arrived, she pulled you inside and quicky escorted you to her living room sectional couch. she sat you the both if you down and grabbed your face, pulling it into hers and kissing you again. this time, a lot more sloppy, a lot more rushed, a lot messier. you ended up on top of her. you tore off her jacket and toyed at the hem of her shirt, a silent plea for her to take it off. without her jacket on, her perfect tits were a whole lot easier to see, but it still wasnât enough for you.
she obliged, lifting her shirt over her head. her porcelain tits dropped from her shirt and you felt a heat rush to your core. and there they were. two symmetrical silver rods, pierced right through her, now hardened, nipples. drool threated to spill from your mouth. with her top off she looked less confident, softer, sweeter. she looked at you with vulnerable eyes. you placed a kiss on her forehead, to her lips, on her jaw, and to her neck, leaving nibbles and bites once you made it there. you could already feel the sweat misted on her pale skin. you made your way lower and lower, leaving a little extra attention around her collarbones and the muscles by her shoulders and on her chest. she scooted herself up, taking off her pants in anticipation of what was to come next.
she looked up at you, nodding for you to continue. and so you did. your mouth took excruciatingly long to find its way to her breast, but it did get there eventually. she let out a shiver as  your lips wrapped around her nipple as you massaged her other breast with your opposite hand. the contrast of the cool metal and her warm skin drove you crazy. her lips parted and at first, her breaths just started to deepen. soon, she was letting out whisper-cries and soft whimpers. but as your tongue continued to flick her nipple in just the right ways, tracing the shape of the piercing, these sounds transitioned to moans and whines.
her fingers found refuge weaved in your hair, brushing it away from your face. you moved your eyes from her body to meet her eyes. she was staring down at you, mouth agape, and her eyes were glossy and teary. you sucked gently, tongue still moving around. it felt amazing having her in your mouth like that. it felt even better to watch her slowly unravel because of her touch. she was seething and wincing amidst the pain and pleasure. this was your sign to move to the other side. you lofted your head, and her fingers stayed in your hair. when you were in between shifting to the other side, you looked up to her. her eyes were begging. after a few seconds of unfaltering eye contact, you felt her start to try and push your head down. you didnât let her move you, though. again, harder, she tries to push your head where she wants it. her hand is shaking. you donât let her. âpleaseâ she cries âplease, i need you down there.â you meet her eyes again. she knew what you were trying to tell her. she let out a frustrated whine and threw her head back on the arm rest of the couch. you went to work on her other boob, tonguing her hard nipple and the surrounding silver once more. your teeth grazed the bar more than once, you wondered how loud sheâd scream if you bit and tugged. she was already obviously suffering. she was a lot bigger than you, her shoulders wide and with her height, if she really wanted you away from her tits, she could have done something about it. yet, there she lay, hand trembling in your hair, whimpering your name like a prayer.
the longer you stayed there, letting your mouth suck her tit damn near raw, the louder her cries got, the more frequent the âfuckâs and âplease stopâs and the somewhat guttural groans. when you finally decided to take pity on her and raise your head, you didnât expect to see tears spilling from her eyes down her cheeks. she studied your face for any sign of mercy, and felt the slightest amount of relief when you positioned yourself to be closer to her face, finding her lips in yours. you kissed her gentle, tender. detaching your lips, you kissed the tears that stained her cheeks.
âplease,â caitlin said, voice hoarse and spent âi need you to touch me. it hurts so bad.â
you were so focused on her tits you hadnât even realized what a mess sheâd made in her baby blue panties. she was practically drenched, and you hadnât even touched her yet.
you got up and off the couch and kneeled on the floor in front of her, and she sat up and turned towards you and moved her way to the edge of the couch. every move caitlin had made at this point was so careful. you slowly lowered her underwear off of her and spread her massive thighs around your shoulders. the weight of them alone grounded you in a way. you wasted no time in putting your mouth to work on her pussy, and for that, she was so, so grateful. she loved the sensation. grabbing your head with both of her hands, she held you still while she fucked herself on your tongue. working on her orgasm, you felt the muscles in her thighs twitch, and when she finally made her way there, she clasped them so tightly around your head it made her screaming your name hard to hear.
she finally loosened her ironclad grip on you, letting you meet her in height and she crashed into your touch.
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