âIf thereâs one thing Caitlyn Kiramman isnât good at- itâs love. So she keeps it simple by sticking to causal hook ups. No commitment, no feelings, just sex.
This works fine for her until Caitlyn crosses paths with a fiery red head who canât seem to take a hint⊠and also happens to be the best hookup sheâs ever had.
The question sheâs asking herself now is- how far can she take this whole âcasualâ thing before sheâs in over her head?â
tags (for all chapters): Hook-Ups, Smut Shameless Smut, Casual Sex, Orgasm Denial, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Making Out, Caitlyn is scared of commitment, Semi-Public Sex, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Jealous Caitlyn, Masturbation, Firelights are a band, Denial of Feelings, Rebounds, Angst, Angst and Feels, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Mental Breakdown, Drinking to Cope, Excessive Drinking, Angst with a Happy Ending, Caitlyn and Jayce are Like Siblings, Caitlyn and Vi are in Love, Caitlyn and Viktor bonding, Car Sex, Sex in a Car, Maddie Nolan is bad
It was hard to, when she could easily master almost every skill she attempted, besides romance.
If there was one thing Caitlyn Kiramman was notoriously bad at, it was love, and anyone who knew her, knew that.
So instead of awkward dinner dates, unopened messages, calls sitting in her inbox for weeks, and broken hearts, she preferred to keep things casual. Meet at a bar, fuck once, maybe twice if they really did it for her- despite how rarely that was- and then move on.
It was easier that way. Besides, if she got serious with anyone, her family added a whole other layer of pressure to the relationship that oftentimes lead to its ultimate demise.
Regardless of whether it was work stress, boredom of her day to day routine, or her chronic insatiability to blame, tonight Caitlyn found herself in a new bar uptown nursing a fruity, and very potent drink, eyeing up her potential hook up for the night.
Her scouting was abruptly cut short however, when her view is blocked by a muscled figure with wild hair sliding into the seat next to her⊠great.
With a small huff to herself Caitlyn turned her attention back to her cocktail, that the longer she sat with, increasingly disliked.
She had always been more of a wine drinker.
Sheâs tries her best to ignore her new neighbor, as the fiery looking woman next to her ordered a drink, laughing at some joke made by the bartender as he pours her glass.
A few moments after there mutual laughter dies down the girl next to her turns on the barstool, one arm leaned against the countertop as she now faced Caitlyn.
âYou from around here?â The girl asks, straight to the point.
Caitlyn is tempted to ignore her initially⊠act like she has no clue the woman is talking to her, and instead play hard to getâŠ
Yet something about tonight - or maybe it was the girl in front of her, had her feeling much more impatient than normal.
She reasoned this is what drove her to swivel her barstool towards her neighbor, leaning against the bar herself as she responds
âDown by the council buildingâ she says simply, taking another sip of her drink.
Despite its lingering potency, itâs really one of her only methods for flirting, so she grin and bears it as she places the drink back down and is about to ask about the girl in return before she throws an unexpected response her way.
âAh I see, living large on the rich side of town huh cupcakeâ she stops briefly to nod a thanks in the direction of the bartender when he places her drink down.
Caitlyn is shocked at first and briefly offended at the comment before the girl adds-
âAre the guys around that part not treating you good?â with a smile and tone that almost make Caitlyn feel like the girl had been attempting to flirt with her.
The way she was sneaking glances at her cleavage in this low cut top certainly gave that impression.
âNot really of interest to me..â Caitlyn stumbles, too caught off guard to formulate any sort of response that couldâve matched her neighbors level of flirtyness.
But the girl just laughs, the same confident smile from when sheâd sat down still on her face.
Caitlyn, now thrown off her game by the girls unexpected remarks and confident attitude, makes a poor attempt at flirting back by asking.
âAnd what about you? What brings you here tonight?â Grimacing internally as soon as the lame attempt leaves her lips.
The girl licks her lips, taking a sip of her whiskey, movements slow and measured, as if she had all night to engage in this, slightly messy - dance with Caitlyn.
âJust came for a drinkâ she says, teeth finding her bottom lip as her eyes trail down Caitlyn face to her chest againâŠ
âBut I think I see myself sticking around a little longer now⊠uh-â
âCaitlynâ she says with a smile offering her hand to the red haired girl, who took it.
However instead of shaking it, the girl dramatically took Caitlynâs hand and brought it to her lips, holding eye contact the whole time.
âViâ she finally says dropping Caitlynâs hand.
Despite her amusement, Caitlyn refuses to feed this girls seemingly insufferable ego, so she responds with a roll of her eyes.
âDoes that one work on all the girls you meet here?â She asks, carefully keeping her tone unimpressed. And while she may have felt impatient, but she knew a player when she saw one.
âHow about you tell meâ Vi says, a softer, yet still cocky look âitâs my first time meeting a girl as pretty as you, let alone working up the courage to talk to herâ and for a swift moment, Caitlyn catches a hint of insecurity⊠one that reveals the truth in her words and makes Caitlyn double check her player-detector.
Viâs pull felt magnetic in a way Caitlyn couldnât described if she tried. She found herself leaning closer towards the girl, as she offered to buy her another drink, and Caitlyn accepted, suddenly eager to keep their conversation going.
Gradually, talking with Vi felt easier. Maybe it was the manner of her tone, or the much more pleasant drink that was undoubtedly loosening her up, but whatever it was, Caitlyn was willingly falling headfirst into it.
Caitlyn felt light talking to her. The conversation flowed with an ease that made her smile and laughter feel natural for once, and when Viâs hand came to casually rest on her thigh Caitlyn found herself wondering if it was possible to stay in this moment forever.
However she knew that couldnât be the case, so when Vi proposed the next best thing, Caitlyn wasnât about to pass it up.
âDo you⊠wanna get out of here?â Vi says tilting her head towards the door with an easy smile on her lips and the hand on her thigh squeezing lightly.
In response Caitlyn only slid out of her barstool, hearing as eager footsteps followed her out of the bar and into the chill of the city.
âYour place?â Caitlyn asks, usually not one to offer up her own place for casual hookups.
However to her surprise the other girl hesitates, a sheepish hand coming up to rub the back of her neck, seeming uncertain.
âYeah just⊠I gotta call my roommateâ she says fumbling for her phone.
Caitlyn just shakes her head though, despite the fact she wouldâve expected that theyâd go back to Viâs considering sheâd been the one to extend the invitation- she somehow finds that she doesnât mind.
âItâs alright, you can just come back to mineâ she says shaking her head, and beginning to dig her keys out of her purse.
Usually she would be hesitant to bring random women back to her own place⊠her whole goal was to avoid attachment or commitment, and that became immensely harder to do when any given hookup knew exactly where to find herâŠ
However, Caitlyn would be moving within the next month, so she reasoned there was really no reason not to bring her back to her own place⊠besides, Vi didnât exactly seem like the type to stalk her over being ghosted after a hookup.
âAre you sure?â Vi says looking up from her phone.
Caitlyn just nods, unlocking her car, conveniently parked right outside the entrance. Hearing the passenger door open as she slides in behind the wheel.
The drive starts off quiet, an awkward tension in the air that wasnât there in the bar. Usually by this point she wouldâve at least made out with her hook up out back, or had a quickie in the bathroom⊠something that atleast stood to fill the awkward space in the time it took to get back to her dates house⊠if they ever even made it that far.
Caitlyn wonders how long this tension can go on for, after all they were going to have to fuck at some point, right?
After a small while of this awkward silence, Vi finally breaks it by asking âcan I uh-?â while gesturing towards the radio.
Realizing that could probably help dissolve some of the stiffness between them she immediately says âyeah, yeah go aheadâ eyes darting briefly from the road over to Vi.
The sound of the radio soon fills the space as Vi flips through a few channels, a mix of songs Caitlyn recognizes, and some she doesnât.
Eventually Vi comes to stop on a song Caitlyn does recognize.
âHey, is this the Firelights?â She asks, glancing back towards Vi, watching as a smile spreads across her face.
âYeah, you know them?â She asks
âOf course I do, I love them!â Caitlyn responds.
Vi lets out a small laugh and tells her âmy roommate is actually in the bandâ she says, gaining Caitlynâs full attention.
âAre you kidding?â She says coming to stop at a red light âthatâs so cool, who is it?â she canât help but ask.
âHeâs the bassist and the backup singer- Ekkoâ she explains.
âWhat are the chancesâ Caitlyn laughs shaking her head as the song reaches the chorus.
Vi just shrugs, seemingly amused by Caitlynâs reaction.
She then leans over, her elbow rested on the cars middle console while one of her hands come to rest on Caitlynâs thigh and she tries her best not to get distracted.
Voice quieter, and without a doubt more flirtatious she says casually âmaybe some time you could come over and meet him?â She offers.
Well fuck. The words âsome timeâ heavily imply this is notgoing to be a one time thing⊠and in this moment with Vis hand casually creeping up towards her now soaked through panties⊠she doesnât have the heart to bring up keeping this restricted to a one and done sort of thing.
Thankfully, she doesnât have time to respond as just then they arrive at Caitlynâs building, and the car comes to a stop.
âUh this is meâ she says turning off the ignition.
Vi nods looking through the windshield at the complex of buildings âcoolâ she replies before sliding out of the car, Caitlyn following suit after.
The walk to Caitlynâs building is short, but equally as awkward as the car. Her panties are undoubtedly soaked after Vi had gotten slightly handsy in the car, but she wasnât sure her demeanor portrayed her eagerness, a stark contrast to her usual forward flirting.
Something about Vi was throwing her off, and Caitlyn wasnât sure whether it was making her want to pull away or dive in deeper headfirst.
When the pair reached Caitlynâs door, as she unlocked it, she forced herself to take a deep breath and regain her footing.
If she wanted this to go anywhere she knew she had to initiate it at some point or another.
So when she opened the door allowing Vi to wander inside, she didnât wait long before she pounced.
As Vi turned around to make sure she was following, Caitlyn took a slow, but sure step forward before crossing her arms and pulling her blouse over her head to reveal a lace, deep blue bra.
Viâs eyes go wide for a moment as if sheâs caught off guard before they dart to Caitlyn face and then back down to her cleavage a small âohâ forming on her parted lips.
âThis is what youâre here for, no?â She says voice slow and sultry.
After a moment of hesitation, Viâs gawking mouth closes and she clears her throat, eyes finally meeting Caitlynâs eyes again.
She takes a step towards Caitlyn with a nod, breathing âfuck-Â yeah..â before Caitlyn suddenly feels herself being pressed up against the wall with a kind of fervor she had yet to see from the other woman.
Itâs unclear to either who leaned first, but their kiss almost instantly finds a rhythm that makes Caitlyn feel like maybe this isnât the first time theyâve kissed like this, though she knows thatâs equally impossible and foolish.
But when Vi runs her tongue along the seam of her lips she melts even further to the kiss, body arching on its own accord off the wall and towards the strong body in front of her.
Vi pulls away for a moment, allowing both her and Caitlyn to catch there breaths. As they do, Vi says something incomprehensible before a pair of soft, but scarred lips begin to dance along her throat, and a hand caresses her chin and softly tilts her head back.
She lets out a soft moan, as Vi lavishes her skin with attention and elicits involuntary noises from both of them.
Before long Caitlyn feels her miniskirt beginning to bunch up near her hips and Viâs hands and lips gradually making their way up her thighs.
With a small huff of pleasure, she lets her legs part slightly, as the woman below hers grip grows firmer on her thighs before her mouth finally makes contact with Caitlynâs core, over the sheer lace of her lingerie.
She wants to be frustrated at the teasing motion, and the fabric separating her from the pleasure sheâs desperately seeking, and yet, even despite it, she still canât help relish in the brain numbing pleasure Vis mouth is bringing her.
Caitlyn allows herself to run her fingers through Vis hair, tugging it lightly to redirect her mouth to where she needs it.
Vi obeys, with small hum before suddenly Caitlyn feels one of her thighs being hoisted over the womanâs shoulder, while simultaneously gentle teeth pull the soaking fabric clinging to her, to the side.
She swears the new angle makes her see stars for a moment, as she feels her orgasm beginnng to build through tight coils in her stomach, and the way her hips begin to ride Viâs face in a manner that can hardly be considered a rhythm.
And yet, Vi doesnât protest, her grip only tightening on Caitlyns slightly shaky thigh, and her face pressing further, nose nudging her clit as her tongue worked her hungrily.
She finally pulls the orgasm from Caitlyn, who gasps, clutching Vis hair and the wall as waves of pleasure wrack her body sending tremors through her. Vi doesnât relent until Caitlynâs legs practically give out beneath her.
However before she can crumble to the floor, sheâs suddenly being scooped up by Vi bridal style, Caitlynâs arms coming to wrap around her neck with a squeal of surprise.
âYou alright cupcake?â Vi asks, voice slightly teasing but still soft nonetheless as she readjusts Caitlynâs spent body in her arms, a stark contrast to her usual casual hookup.
After a moment, Caitlyn realizes she is yet to respond and nods âyeah⊠yeah.. that was just, wowâ she confesses as Vi answers with a chuckle and Caitlyn canât help but notice the way her nose and chin glisten slightly.
âWell Iâm not done with you yetâ she says hoisting Caitlyn into her arms more comfortably ânow would you mind pointing me towards your bedroom?â
Slightly caught of guard Caitlyn takes a moment to get her bearings before she nods towards the door to her bedroom.
âEnd of the hallâ she says, readjusting her grip on Vi, as she tried to wrap her head around the fact she was being carried .
The moment doesnât last long though, as Vi makes quick work or getting to Caitlynâs bedroom and laying her on the bed, before crawling between her legs.
Caitlyn attempts to protest at first âdo you want me to-?â About to ask if Vi wanted her to top instead.
However the woman only answers with a shake of her head âand pass up the opportunity to see the pretty face you make when you come on my fingers?â
Her voice is followed by the feeling of her underwear and previously bunched up miniskirt finally being discarded and Viâs calloused fingers beginning to tease her outer folds.
Overstimulated, and yet still incredibly turned on, Caitlyn moans in response to the contact.
Itâs not long before Vi slides one finger in, her teeth pulling at Caitlynâs ear lightly before she whispers âyouâre so ready for me arenât you?â as she uses her own leg to nudge Caitlynâs own further apart âspread your legs a little wider- there you go babyâŠâ she purrs in response to Caitlyn obedience.
If Caitlyn had the ability to still form a single coherent thought in that moment, she might worry how she was going to sleep tonight given how soaked she was currently making her bed.
Yet, any full thoughts alluded her as Vi curled in tandem a second finger, and Caitlyn began to wonder if she was going to sleep tonight⊠or if she even wanted to.
As the woman above hers fingers curled in exactly the right spot, Caitlyn felt her nails dig into soft skin with a gasp.
Maybe if she hadnât thought sheâd just met Janna sheâd have apologized to Vi, or stopped before she left anymore angry red marks along the womanâs back, but instead she only managed muffled cries into Viâs shoulder, and scratches along her back as she fucked her hard into the bed.
It wasnât long before Caitlyn was shaking in her arms yet again, coming harder than she ever had before, body tingly and numb as waves of pleasure sent weak convulsions through her limbs.
Caitlyn may have had it in her to be embarrassed about how fast sheâd finished, if the tireless woman above her wasnât still two fingers deep inside her, with seemingly no plans of stopping soon.
She wasnât sure weather she should thank the hook up gods, or curse them for the situation she now found herself in, and the woman she had a strong feeling she would have a hard time letting go of.
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