Warnings: Smut, graphic content, graphic language (18+)
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Requested: No
A/n: This is literally the worst smut I have ever done, I'm sorry. There is a part two coming to this, so hopefully, I can write that one better than I wrote this. But thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think! Also, please excuse any errors. Thank you.
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Whistling winds dance through the air, touching the nearly-bare trees and kissing the colorful leaves just as they swirl and spin downward until they rest against the concrete walkway. Heavy boots and white sneakers push down onto them, making their crisp bodies fade away into something similar to dust. Decorative pumpkins, skeletons, scarecrows, and more are scattered around the neighborhood, all of the residents excited for the Halloween season.
It was trick-or-treat night and all of the adults in the neighborhood that decided against running around for sweets decided to just open up giant bags of candy and pour the contents into big Halloween-themed bowls. Echoes of laughter fill the streets, children of all ages- and some parents too- all dressed up, running from house to house in a rush to fill up their plastic pumpkins and pillowcases.
However, not everyone was happy around this time of year.
For some people, it was the whole chaos of the holiday. For others, well, they just simply didn't see the whole mess of the tradition. Those people usually stayed in with their porch light off as they binged watched some new show on tv. Others went out to parties to make themselves busy until the night was over, which was what [Y/n] decided to do.
The club was still packed at one in the morning. Sweaty bodies of all shapes and sizes and colors mingled around the entirety of the building, most of them on the dance floor. The strobe lights began to give [Y/n] a headache, so she decided to leave the dance floor make her way to the bar. Already slightly drunk, her legs betrayed her as she tried to sit down on the barstool and she ended up falling on her ass on the floor.
"Are you okay?" a loud voice asks over the music. [Y/n] laughs and nods.
She takes his hand and he pulls her to her feet. He was tall, broad, and his muscles made something flip inside of [Y/n]'s stomach. She held onto his arm as he helped her over to the seat, only for him to take the stool next to hers.
"Are you okay?" he asks again, his deep voice still loud as he talks over the music.
"Yeah," [Y/n] nods. "Thank you for your help," she smiles, her eyes glazed over with the effects of the alcohol. "I'm [Y/n]."
"Joe," he replies with a small smile. "Would you let me buy you a drink?"
Smiling, her chin in her hand, "Of course."
Joe looks to the bartender and orders them both some shots. Round after round of straight vodka and a martini for [Y/n], both of them are feeling the effects of the booze. Joe's hand stayed on [Y/n]'s thigh as he told her his reasoning for moving to such a small town and as their conversation carried on, [Y/n] laid her hand on top of his, pushing it closer to her heat. Smirking, Joe leaned over.
"I'm having a really good time with you," he tells her. She smiles and nods as she takes a sip of her second martini, agreeing with him.
"Then you should have an amazing time alone with me," she flirts. Joe chuckles, his hand gripping her thigh.
He licks his lips, "I would love that."
He stands up and digs around in his back pocket for his wallet before throwing some money down on the bar for their tab. Lacing his hand with hers, he begins a search for a spot secluded enough for them to go to. In the back corner of the club was a semi-dark area and Joe rushes over to it. He turns to [Y/n], grabbing her and gently pushing her against the cold, brick wall, his lips attaching themselves to her in a hungry kiss.
Moaning, [Y/n] moves her hands to the button of his jeans, her fingers working to unfasten it. Once she gained access, she slipped her hand into his underwear and began to rub along his hardening shaft. She gasps as his mouth moves to her neck, his teeth working to mark her.
"You're so big," she moans and Joe groans against her skin. "I want you inside of me."
Joe pushes the material of her tight dress up until she was exposed. As [Y/n] tries to rid herself of her underwear, Joe rips them off, the material falling to the ground in a shredded mess. Picking her up, he holds her body against the wall with one hand as he uses his other to guide himself into her entrance. Slipping inside, he bottoms out and with a low groan and [Y/n] gasps.
"Fuck," she breathes.
His thrusts were long yet sharp and [Y/n]'s fingers slide under the back of his shirt, her nails leaving marks against his skin. Joe's face was buried in her neck, his cock stretching her pussy out in ways that make her drool with desire. Sweat beaded across his skin, his arms wrapped around her waist as he fucks her.
He pulls out and rests her back on the floor, only to turn her around and bend her over before slipping back inside of her. The sound of his skin smacking against hers is loud in their little corner, yet thankfully not louder than the music that continues to blare inside the club.
"You're so fucking tight," he growls in her ear, his fist wrapped in her air. He pulls on it and holds her body against his, his hands sliding up her dress to grasp a handful of her tits.
[Y/n]'s moans are validation that he's doing a good job. She leans her head back against his shoulder, her arm wrapping around his neck. One of Joe's hands snake around her body and his fingers rub at her throbbing clit, which makes her jolt in surprise before becoming a whimpering mess.
"You're so big," she praises yet again.
She clenches her walls around his cock and Joe growls in her ear, his teeth biting her earlobe. He does his best to rub her clit as he bends her back over and pounds her against the wall.
"I'm coming," she tells him, her hips moving back to meet his. "Oh, my God, I'm coming," she cries.
Joe bottoms out once more and his eyes roll back as the walls of her pussy yet again squeeze his cock, his load painting her insides white. When he pulls out, he licks his lips as he watches his come ooze out of her. Turning around, [Y/n] shoots him a dazy smile. Joe presses his lips against hers, the corners of his mouth turning up ever so slightly.
"That was so good," she compliments. "I think you fucked all of the alcohol out of me," she giggles. Joe chuckles, his fingers slipping the button of his jeans back into place.
"Let me drive you home? I'll stop at a liquor store so that way I can do it again," he teases.
She bends down to grab what was left of her underwear before pushing it into his back pocket, her hand lingering there for just a moment. "How charming," she laughs.
