#warren lipka fanfic

[yes-divine-ruler]

(18+!) ok ok today I’m thinking about… fucking yourself on Warren’s cock while he smokes a joint.

inspo: @coeurify

Warren lays on his back, a joint held tightly to his pursed lips. He inhales, letting it fill his lungs with the dark smoke. You’re sitting on top of him, your fingers splayed as your hands meet with his pale chest, his cock only warming inside you. He looks up at you with clouded vision, his eyes tinged red at the corners and his throat becoming increasingly drier. “Did you have to smoke that now?” You whine, rocking your hips slightly. You’re trying desperately, so desperately, to fuck yourself on his cock, but nothing seemed to work as well as when he did it. Your walls pulsed around him, begging to be paid attention to. Warren on the other hand, was happy enjoying his joint. “Baby, I told you, if you wanna cum, fuck yourself on my cock,” he speaks with a growl, placing a hand delicately on your hip. You whine again, pouting to get your point across. “I can’t do it like you do, Warren,” you try to explain, rocking your hips again against his. The wet sounds of your cunt were a good indicator that you needed him, but Warren acted oblivious. “Gimme a sec, babe. I’m almost done,” Warren slurs, polishing off the joint and stubbing it out in the ashtray by the bed. You wait, in the meantime leaning down and hovering your lips over his. He blows the last of the smoke directly into your mouth, letting it fill your lungs before you exhale. “I need to cum,” you pine, almost giving up on him. Warren lets out a laugh, before his other hand finds your other hip. He’s quick to rut his hips up, slamming into you from underneath. The singular movement has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Yes! Yes yes, please, more,” you beg, rising and falling on his thick cock like your life depended on it. Warren finally gives in to your pleading. He thrusts his hips upwards, sending his cock deep into your soaking cunt, brushing against your sweet spot over and over again. “Is this what you wanted? Is my good little girl gonna cum for me?” Warren’s curls stick to his forehead as he begins to sweat, his cock swelling to its fullest potential as he fills you over and over again. Your head lolls back, your eyes clenched shut and your lips parted as you bask in ecstasy. The tight coil in your belly pulls, and eventually snaps, sending you over the edge. You squeal as Warren fucks up into you through your orgasm, waves of pleasure pulsing through your tight core. When the moment is over, your eyes open to peer into Warren’s. He smirks at you, his thumb flicking over your sensitive clit. “You really did need me, didn’t you?”

[quicksilversg1rl]

I Hate You

Warren Lipka x Fem Reader

Warnings: smut (intercourse), angst.

part 2

You and Warren had a little situation going on. The two of you had agreed to be fuck buddies, no strings attached, no feelings, nothing. The two of you also agreed that you would be each others only fuck buddies so in a way you and Warren were in a relationship just without the actual label.

“Fuck Warren.” You said as you felt him thrust into you from behind, hands gripping your hips, his nails making crescent indents into the soft skin there.

“Almost there baby.” He said as he brought his hand to the front of your neck, wrapping his large, veiny hand around your throat, bringing you flush against his chest.

Your body shook with every thrust Warren made into your sopping cunt. Your head fell against his shoulder, eyes closing in absolute bliss as you felt him reach forward and toy with your clit.

“Warren, mhm please. I’m gonna cum.” You said as you felt your eyes rolling towards the back of your head. His hand worked faster on your clit, going in sync with his long, deep thrusts.

“Cum for me baby, give me everything.” That was all that he needed to say. You felt your body tingle as you released, your body going limp.

“Fuckkk.” Warren said as he felt your cunt clench around his cock, his release soon coming after. You felt his load shoot deep inside you and he soon began drilling his cum into your hole.

The two of you were spent, Warren’s cum seeping out of your abused hole. You both fell forward, you being crushed by Warren’s weight as he pressed sweet kisses to the exposed skin on your neck. You smiled at the action, turning your face towards him and placing a kiss onto his lips.

Warren treated you better than anyone had ever treated you in the past. You were falling for him and you were falling hard. One of your favourite things about having sex with Warren was the way he would treat you after. With other hook up’s in the past, guys would just get up and leave as soon as they had finished but Warren was different.

He would make sure you’d finish and after your activities the two of you would cuddle and watch movies together, order some food and even take a shower together too. He’d stay the entire night and sometimes even stay the entire weekend. No wonder you felt yourself developing feelings for him.

You had soon fallen asleep, your arm draped across Warren’s chest. He often caught himself staring at you while you slept, not in a weird way but he just couldn’t pull his eyes off of you. You were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. You slightly twitched in your sleep-disrupting his thoughts- this had caused you you to tighten your grip around him. Warren smiled at the action, lifting his hand to caress the apples of your cheeks.

This was when he realised he had fucked up. He promised himself and you that there would be no strings attached and here he caught himself, absolutely smitten by you. You were just the perfect girl for him, but he was scared, scared about opening up and revealing his feelings, scared that you’d realize that you deserve way better than him and leave him, so he did the first thing that came to mind.

He left.

He knew it was a shit move, considering he’d never done it before but he thought that by getting himself away from you as soon as possible would help the feelings go away as soon as possible.

The next morning you had woken up, the spot in which Warren used to be in was cold by now and at first you thought he might’ve been in the bathroom or in your kitchen but once you made your way around your apartment, calling out to him, you realized that he had left.

Your heart had sunken a little at the revelation, Warren had never done this and you were a little worried, surely there was a good reason he left and perhaps he’d texted you as to why.

So you quickly reached for your phone but was filled with disappointment when you saw absolutely no notifications from him.

Did you do something wrong? Was it your fault?

All of these thoughts whirred through your head as your back hit the sheets again, tears welling up in your eyes. Every time something like this happened to you, you had always thought it was your fault.

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Two weeks had passed since you and Warren last spoke, you were an absolute wreck. You hadn’t left the house at all, except for when you needed to go to classes but as soon as those were over, you went straight back to your apartment, slipped under the covers and slept the pain away. Your best friend was growing incredibly worried about you.

It was a Friday night and you had just finished a bit of work and slipped back under the covers, curling your legs and rubbing your socked feet together as you watched one of your comfort shows. Just as you were getting to a good part in the series, there was a knock on your front door.

You groaned at having to get up and out of your comfort spot, but you did it anyway and you were soon walking towards the door with heavy feet. Once you opened it, a small smile had etched it’s way onto your face as you saw your best friend standing in front of you.

She immediately pulled you into a hug, she knew everything about you and Warren and she promised herself that if she ever saw him in public ever again she would beat the living shit out of him for just leaving you without any explanation.

The two of you strode towards your bedroom, you plopping down onto your covers as your best friend stayed by your rooms door, leaning against the opening.

“C’mon Y/n, you need to get out of the house, for fuck sake’s you’ve been cooped up in here for two weeks straight, it is not healthy, and I know you’re hurt but you’ve gotta atleast try and get out and about.”

She had a point, all you did was mope around your apartment, you needed to get out but you just weren’t feeling up to it.

“I really want to Soph but I just- I don’t, I don’t really feel up to do anything to be honest.” You said as you picked at the skin around your nails, a habit you picked up whenever you felt anxious.

“I know babe but you need to try or else you’ll stay feeling like shit forever. Josh is throwing a party tonight and I really want you to go with me, get as drunk as you want I promise to stay sober and you can even crash at my place after. You deserve to get out a little!!” She said and reached for your hands and pulled you up from your spot.

“Fuck it, yeah let’s go.” You said as you smiled towards her. Sophie immediately wrapped her arms around you and the two of you jumped up and down, Sophie called this progress, she had been trying to get you out of the house for so long after the whole Warren situation and you finally agreed to go with her to a party.

You had put on a cute little dress and let your hair down. You felt good about tonight, pleased with yourself that you decided to take Sophie up on her offer and go with her to the party.

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The two of you soon arrived to the party, you could hear music blaring from the inside. The two of you got out of Sophie’s car and were soon making your way inside the house.

Upon entry you both were greeted by Sophie’s boyfriend and his friend, Josh.

Once the greetings were over, Sophie ushered you into the kitchen, immediately reaching for a bottle of vodka and pouring you a shot, getting water for herself as she was adamant on staying sober and helping you have a good time.

She had managed to make you take about 3 shots, your head buzzing as you laughed at a stupid joke she made. You reached for the cup of water in her hand, needing something to cool yourself down.

You brought the red cup up to your lips and once you took a huge gulp of the cold water and brought it back down, your eyes caught sight of Spencer. Your good mood had immediately vanished, knowing that if Spencer was somewhere, Warren was close by too.

You smiled towards Spencer and caught yourself scanning your eyes across the room, looking for the familiar head of brown curls, the same head of brown curls that had left you with no explanation and broke your heart.

Your eyes moved across the many people inside the house and you soon found him, lips locked in with some blonde chick. A wave of anger washed over you, here you were thinking that you had done something wrong, that you may have upset him in some way and here he was swapping spit with some other girl.

You couldn’t be there any longer and as soon as Warren pulled away from the girl, your eyes immediately locked.

He wasn’t expecting you to be here, he knew he had fucked up and considering you just saw him kissing someone he knew he had dug himself an even deeper hole.

You stormed for the door, adamant on getting out of there, you felt as if you couldn’t breathe and you needed to get some fresh air.

You found yourself outside finally, your feet treading quickly along the side walk, you weren’t sure where you were walking to but you just needed to get away from him.

You were finally starting to calm down, the wind blowing into your face had helped but your peace and tranquillity was soon interrupted by someone calling your name.

You turned around and was surprised by the sight before you, Warren had been following you this whole time.

“Y/n slow down please!.” He said as he finally caught up to you.

“What do you want?” You said, your expression cold as you stared at him.

“Can we just, can we please talk?” He said as he inched closer towards you.

You all but laughed at his question, he ignored you for two fucking weeks and now that you caught him snogging with some girl at a party he wanted to speak to you? Fuck off, you thought.

“Oh now you wanna talk? Fuck you Warren. You leave in the middle of the night without even saying anything and then continue to ignore my texts and calls for two fucking weeks and now you wanna talk? Screw you.” You said in disbelief; all of the emotions from the previous two weeks had flooded back into this moment and you found yourself realizing that you weren’t even sad anymore, you were just really fucking pissed.

“I know I fucked up and I’m sorry but please just, I’ll explain everything to you just give me a chance please baby, please.”

“What the fu- no. You can’t just treat me like shit and then expect me to just come running when you call. I’m not your god damn lap dog Warren. Look I get we said no strings attached but a simple, ‘I don’t wanna do this with you anymore’ would’ve been so much better than you just saying absolute zilch. So fuck you and leave me alone okay?” Your cheeks grew wet as a few tears ran down them; you tried once again to turn around and walk but Warren grabbed onto your arm and turned you to face him.

“I know, I know I’m a total dickhead but just let me fucking explain, please baby just let me explain.” He said as he grabbed ahold of your hands.

“What don’t you understand Warren, I don’t wanna talk to you. I’m going home okay.” You said as you pulled your hands away from him, crossing your arms across your chest.

“How the fuck are you getting home?”

“I’ll walk. Now fuck off.” You said as you wiped your tear stained cheeks.

“Nah, I’m not letting you walk, I’ll take you home, get in the car.” You looked towards him and soon realised that you were unknowingly just walking straight to Warren’s car.

You shook your head as you neared him, pushing him against the chest.

“What is not clicking inside your thick skull??? I don’t wanna talk to you and I certainly do not want to get into a fucking car with you!” You said as your index finger kept tapping on his temple.

“I know you don’t wanna talk to me but I’m not letting you walk alone at night, your apartments way too far and I won’t let anything happen to you so please get in my car.”

All you did was laugh at his words and continued walking.

“Get in the car baby please. He said as you kept walking.

“Suck my ass Warren.” You said as you let out a little laugh, you couldn’t believe him right now.

This had absolutely done it for Warren.

“GET IN THE FUCKING CAR Y/N PLEASE!” He yelled as his hand slammed down onto the hood of his car.

Your body flinched at his words, Warren had never yelled at you before and he sounded pretty fucking pissed right now, it kinda scared you.

You slowly turned around to face him, slowly moving towards the passenger side of his car, opening the door and sliding in as tears were streaming down your face.

“I fucking hate you Warren, I HATE YOU!”

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[evanpeterswhoresblog]

hey guys sorry again for being absent, new Tate fic coming within the next two days 😏 (i think you’ll enjoy it) and a part two of old friends is almost finished as well. stay tuned i promise it’ll be worth your time!!!

[evanchantingpeters]

All my feminism goes out the window when I lay eyes on this man... Uff😬

[jellyluvr]

Desperate

- Warren lipka x virgin!fem!reader ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

I'm very aware of the basic title, but I couldn't think of anything else. Unless you want "very awesome title" then you'll have to deal with this. Also sorry if this might be bad it's kinda choppy idk

Warnings: smoking weed, lots of friends, public sex?? I don't know lol 🤧 car sex, and loss of virginity (obvi)

Summary: warren basically leads you into the woods and you go with him, him making the first move. (Then u go to the car)

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Warren swerved while driving, spencer and Chas laughing in the backseat. They were all pretty annoying, but it was their usual bullshit. Warren was wearing his stupid tropical button-up and his typical pants. You only hung out with all of them for Warren. Maybe for a little of spencer, but everyone else were absolute dipshits.

Once the car recovered from Warren's horrible driving, he spoke. Loud and proud.

"You guys wanna smoke?" Warren said, looking at you, a huge grin on his face. He was acting like a child. You really didn't know what to say, but there was no protest. Chas and spencer spoke up, both agreeing.

So, Warren pulled over in a rather sketchy parking lot before reaching in the backseat, grabbing some old textbook he had.

"Uhh, reach in the glove box, would ya, sweetie?"

You loved hated when he called you that. But, you still reached in the glove box. There were flavored wraps in there, a few boxes, actually. Bubblegum, pineapple, blueberry, and cotton candy. They were all for joints, them being 'juicy Jay's'

"Yea.. yeah.. that's the one. Here.." he took the blueberry one before setting everything on the armrest. What the hell was he doing?

"Where's the weed, man?" Warren said, pushing back his seat to lean on spencer. Chas just fumbled around for a moment before passing warren a bag, letting out a soft hm as a thank you.

"Warren what the fuck are you doing?" You didn't know what he was doing. You were really confused.. you had thought you'd just smoke cigarettes but joints? How did he even know how to make those..?

"Makin' you a treat, sweetheart. You'll loooovveee it..." he chuckled a little, his eyes shifting to you for a second. Then, he moved the textbook back on his lap, the bag of weed setting on it.

You were seriously scared. Your parents were strict assholes and this was really scary. You didn't even know how you managed to get out tonight. Your dad was like a hawk. A really fat and mean hawk.

"Warren, I can't smoke weed. My dad will know.." you spoke in a low tone, too focused on Warren's hands making the joint. You studied what he did. He got a little rectangle paper, folding it up and making a circle shape. You didn't know what that was, but you continued to watch. He carefully put the weed on the thin paper, spreading it out evenly while he tapped it slightly. Next, he put the small rectangular thing towards him on the paper, then rolling it up. Chas and spencer shouted and giggled in the back, but you paid no attention to them.

You were too fascinated with what he was doing to care. Then, the joint was done and he handed it to you, you holding it and just looking over to him with a face that read 'wtf dude?'. He laughed at you, grabbing a lighter. "It's like a cigarette. Kind of.. just put it in your mouth please." He smiled warmly, giggling a little. It made you suspect he was fucking with you, but you put the filter part in your mouth, letting him light it.

You took a puff in, immediately pulling the joint out of your mouth as you coughed. Chas and spencer laughed even more, the two of them drinking and up to their own stupid shit..

Warren held back his laughing, taking the joint from you and taking a puff expertly, a smile on his face. He admired how innocent and pure you were. And how cute.. but he'd never admit that. He started to drive again, moving his seat back up as he drove out to where smoke came out of the woods. You assumed this was a bomb fire, so you just sighed.

That sigh would've been nice if it wasn't for the horrible smell in the car. You coughed some more, Warren finally rolling down his window for the smoke to escape desperately. You turned the other way, burying your head in your arms as you closed your eyes, the comfort of your jacket over you. You hated this. You just wanted to spend time with Warren.. watch a movie maybe. But not go out and party.

It was too late to turn back when you smelt the actual familiar smoke.. and heard the screams and yells of teenagers downing beer. You dreaded this.. why couldn't you and Warren go make out or something? Whyd this have to be in motion???

Warren got out, spencer and Chas following as the laughed seeing other friends from college. I guess some weren't teens.. more of unmature adults. You groaned, getting out of the car as well in your little skirt and top. It had originally been for warren.. to impress him in some way but you weren't even sure if he liked it. Of course you hoped so.. but he was an unpredictable guy. An asshole really.

You began to walk to warren and his friends, them all fucking around and freaking out. You didn't know a few people, but they eventually led you all to the bomb fire. Clinks of beer were heard every few seconds, crackles from the fire too. You didn't understand why they even had a fire. It was like 90.. mosquitoes were sucking off of you like vampire's every 5 seconds. The fire really provided no protection to the bugs, but it did look kind of cool.

Warren talked with everyone, them sharing cigarettes and other things. Showing stuff on their small little phones and laughing.. talking about 'bitches'. But now that you thought about it you were just about the only woman there. There was 3 or 4 others, but most of the people were guys. Disgusting men.. they all looked the same. Same hair, same nose.. same outfit.. you were positive men felt the same way about you, but you didn't care.

The only man that meant anything to you was warren. Your beloved warren. You daydreamed about him while you stared.. taking in his brown eyes and cute dimples. The single mole on his nose.. the perfect shape of it. His wonderful hands.. you wondered if his dick looked the same. Veiny and girthy.. maybe you would draw it later that night. Definitely..

A sigh left your mouth as you started to walk back to the car, hoping warren would come over and encourage you to talk to others just like in the movies.. but he didn't. He didn't even acknowledge you walking over there, so you went in with no air conditioning while you looked around. There was nothing much.. just weed scraps and other various items related to weed. At least you thought.

You looked around the car still, checking the glove box in hopes for something cool but it was just a pocket knife and.. panties?! Why did warren have panties?? Why did they have hello kitty on them.. what the hell?! He didn't have a girlfriend did he? Thoughts flooded your head as you stared at the thing infront of you, your hand not daring to touch them.

What if he had a girlfriend?? Oh god.. that was horrible. You couldn't be some homewrecker. Or a slut.. or just a bitch. It was girl code. But, you were really thinking about if he had fucked another girl. Why did he have the right to do that? He should've been fucking you instead. Using you as he pleased, but he wasn't. He was talking with his stupid "bros".

"Fuck!" You screamed, your hands going to claw at your face. You were so frustrated. Why would he have panties out of all things? Maybe lipgloss would've been better or even a nail, but panties!? Who leaves their panties in their boyfriends car??

Friends with benefits maybe? But still who would do that? He didn't get any girls.. he was considered ugly by everyone else. To you, he was the most beautiful being on this earth. The most hottest—

"What are you doing, man?" Warren knocked on the car window, looking down at you as he saw you going through his glove box. He was obviously worried. That was kind of weird to do.. especially without his permission.

You jumped, your head turning up to warren as you opened your mouth to speak, nothing coming out. Warren opened the car door, it being an obvious gesture for you to get out. You did, and he seemed to know what you saw.

"It was a gift to hang up. Uhm.. Chas got me 'em." He said, leaning back into the car and closing the box before shutting the door, coming out and facing you. "You okay?" He asked, laughing lightly. You stood there, relieved and extremely excited. "Yeah.. I'm good." You smiled, feeling sparks go off in your body. He was single.. hopefully. At least they weren't some girl's panties. That would've been horrible.

Warren's friends realized he had disappeared, so they began to look for him obviously. It wasnt hard, you were just a little long away from them so they called him over, ultimately taking you with him. They laughed and had their fun, and sent Warren out to go do something. You hadn't been paying attention, all you cared about was his face really. And his personality of course.

Warren began to walk out into the dark of the woods, taking no specific path. You were obviously quite worried. Where was he planning on going anyway? No even seemed to care about him leaving.. so naturally you began to follow.

You tried to catch up pretty quickly, making sure to watch your step. That meant you had been looking down at your feet the whole time, so you never looked up to see where Warren was. When you did, he was gone. No where it seemed, and you looked behind you only to find you had ran into the woods... lost.

You cussed to yourself, looking all around you as you realized how dark and scary it was. Now you'd have to call out his name. Or anyone's.. or just scream.

Your breathing quickened as you tried to calm down, your body not helping anything. You turned to the path you were originally taking and ran down it instead. And finally.. you saw Warren's stupid tropical button up and his hair. It was sort of hard to miss, so you ran down, panting as you got behind warren. Warren turned around, jumping a little but now just confused.

"Y/n, what the fuck, man?" He asked, looking down at you with confusion. You stood up and straightened yourself, looking him directly in the eye. "I was uhm.." then, you felt that foul smell hit your nose just like in the car. He had a joint, it smoking up with a little red bud at the end. "I was worried about you." You repeated, smiling slightly. Warren just laughed lightly, sitting down on a huge rock while he smoked.

" 'kay." He nodded, and you just watched him. Warren looked up, the beauty of the midnight sky above. It was a wonderful color, stars littered over it perfectly thanks to being out so far away from the city. Warren looked over to you, laughing again. "Here, have some." He wiggled his eyebrows, pushing out the joint for you to have.

You didn't want to be lame, so you took it and actually took a puff this time. You coughed some, but not as much as before. The effects immediately hit you, and Warren realized this. He laughed some more too, you just laughing with him because his laugh was simply so funny.

You sat on the rock, very close to him as you two giggled. It wasn't controllable really.. it kind of just came out. And you closed your eyes, laughing as you smiled. Warren laughed too, his hand going to set on your thigh. You just kept laughing, until Warren said something.

"Y/n.. y/n, dude calm down." He chuckled lightly, but then he stopped. You stopped too, you two now just looking into each other. Warren didn't say anything more, and you didn't really want to either.

Then, his lips connected with yours with no warning at all. You kissed him back, closing your eyes and wrapping your arms around him as his hands rubbed your thighs. Warren slurped at your mouth almost, making you melt under him. You two were both high, and it just made everything better. The kiss was hot and desperate.. really for the both of you. Warren loved you.. he especially loved your body, but your everlasting love for him always seemed to catch his eye.

You moaned slightly into his lips, his hands going up onto your hips as lewd noises filled the area. Your eyes rolled back at Warren's strong grip on you, forcing you to stay seated. Warren pulled back, panting and cussing under his breath. He put a hand through his hair, giving you the opportunity to get on top of him.

You moved your body to be positioned on his lap, your thighs straddling his hips as you cupped his face, the sexual tension thick. You moved in to kiss him, and he kissed you back as you grinded into him. The slick between your thighs built up as your clit ached for any pleasure. You grinded a little faster, squeaking out a moan from warren as he continued to kiss you.

You two were combined in one, making out and really doing all you could. Warren stopped kissing you and frantically unbuttoned his pants while you unzipped them, not really sure what to do. You had fantasies.. sure.. but you had no idea how to fuck or suck dick. Warren leaned back against the rock, surely expecting you to do something.. but you didn't know what. You were so worked up, but how could you tell him you were a virgin?

"Uhm.." you choked out, looking at his boxers peeking through his flap. You were nervous. You were getting sweaty.. very.. you were afraid. Your head felt heavy and your eyes got foggy. This was so embarrassing. Warren looked up at you, clearly a bit confused. "You o-" you cut him off, "I'm a virgin, warren." You let it out even though it crushed you. You knew he wouldn't be okay with that.. that would just make it weird. Fuck.

"Oh." He leaned up, looking down at his bulge and sighing. He put his hands on your shoulders, looking you straight in the eyes. "Well.. uh.. am I good enough for your first time?" He laughed awkwardly, feeling like he had just led on a kid. It felt weird. He didn't think you were a virgin.. he thought you were a huge chick. Like, you definitely got dick every weekend.. but no. You didn't, which was really confusing.

But as for the question, you nodded. "Yes.. don't think I don't want to.. it's just.. I'm not ruining anything, am i?" You looked up at him, clearly nervous. He felt bad now. But, his boner wasn't going away and he knew that weed had fucked you up. "No. I'll give you a time to remember, sweetheart." He kissed your nose, his hands going to your waist as he swiftly moved ontop of you instead, moving you on the rock.

He began to kiss down your neck, making you squirm a bit. A breathy moan slipped from your lips, your wetness growing. You smelt Warren's hair, the scent filling your nostrils as you sighed, your heartbeat picking up. You had dreamed of this.. and it was actually happening.

A small gasp left your mouth as you felt Warren's hard on press against your thigh. He grinded into you, making you so much hotter than before. It felt you were in an oven.. like you were sun bathing. It was crazy.. and Warren's mouth moved up to your jaw, kissing and sucking before he moved his mouth over your ear. You felt shivers go throughout your body, more coming as his breath hit you right on your neck.

"You play with yourself?" He asked, his hair tickling your cheek. You didn't want to lie. You didn't touch yourself. You never had.. it scared you honestly, and Warren turned his head up, his hand going inside your skirt and creeping up your thighs excruciatingly.

"N-no." You said finally, Warren's fingertip grazing over your clothed slit. He wasn't going to hurt you.. he had to prepare you for him even if he was going to collapse from how hard he was. He didn't have a big ego, or dick really. But, one thing he did know was virgins bled. If they didn't have proper preparation.. or at least that's what some porn skit said. Either way, he was going to make sure it was more pleasurable then painful.

Your breath hitched as one hot finger went beside your panties, moving into your drenched pussy. He smiled feeling how wet you were, and his single finger lined your hole. "You like that?" He asked, knowing the answer. He chuckled lightly, inserting a finger inside your walls, causing you to squirm some. Jesus.. you definitely were a virgin. Your walls hugged him tight, and it even made his dick twitch a little.

He moved his finger inside you slowly, letting you get used to the feeling. You loved it though. Yours hips moved into his finger involuntarily as you moaned slightly, Warren's finger going slightly faster. But, this was one finger. Two would surely hurt.. his dick would hurt more. Maybe he should save it for another time.. maybe you two should've been more than just friends. Or friends with benefits.

So, he took his finger out, licking your arousal off before he began to touch himself. "You think you can take it?" He asked, looking at you with a warm, but desperate look. You had known about some sex things.. oral.. anal.. vaginal.. but that was it. But, if he touched you, maybe you needed to touch him too? Warren moved up on the rock some more, you moving up from your laying position as you looked down at his bulge. Your hand pulled down his pants some, then the boxers came next. Your heart skipped a beat as you saw his bush.. your hand getting so much closer to his cock.

You pulled down his boxers fully, his dick springing a little as a small sigh left Warren's lips. His head went back as he looked back down, almost like that had been too much. You felt the urge to apologize, but you didn't in order to keep the mood. You stared at his raging red tip for a moment, swallowing slightly as you drooled at the sight. Your body reacted fast. Your pussy began to clench around nothing, your clit making you feel light as you stared some more.

Your hand finally moved up to his dick, your small hand barely able to wrap around him. You hesitated for a moment, but you clenched your hand around him, straining a moan. His breathing quickened from the warmth of your hand and you felt your stomach churn from your need. The slick was building up so much more and you felt as if you could die. Regardless, your hand began to move up and down his length, a breath of air coming out of his mouth as he calmed himself down.

The stimulation was so much. So so much.. it made him squirm. The way your hand felt around him was unbelievable. Never in a million years would he think you'd feel so nice. Your soft hands touching him was so much better than his hand. His rough, large, veiny hand. He pulled up his shirt some, revealing his v line as his head shot back from the pleasure. Your hand went faster, little slick noises coming from his dick. You stared at it. You couldn't really not stare. It was hard for you to even focus with how.. beautiful it was. It wasn't gross or shaped weird.. it was perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Warren smiled, looking down at your hand as you stared. His size grew in your hand.. it becoming sort of scary. You were sure it wouldn't fit. You were sure he would say "we should just be friends" in the end. You knew something like that would happen.

And the reason was ridiculous. You knew this was too good to be true. You'd wake up any moment.. You'd have to, but that moment never came. Never would either. And that thought began to register.

Warren kept looking at your hand, it going faster and faster. You looked up at him, sort of worried in a way, but he still had that smile as waved of pleasure shot through his body. He moaned, and you felt butterflies as you smiled some. Your eyes shifted back to his cock, the tip now leaking white. It wasn't much, but soon it began to drip down the side.. following one of the veins.

"Fuck.." Warren said under his breath, looking at his dick as his head shot back again. You kept your hand around him, but you didn't move it. You just looked before your hand went up in one swift movement and took the cum off, making Warren moan some. He twitched a little, some more cum seeping out, but he didn't care. He pulled you up, kissing you one last time before your session was interrupted.

"Yo! Warren?" One guy yelled, but you soon identified it to be Chas. You looked back, jumping off Warren as he did the same, pulling his pants up quickly. Chas was walking closer by the second, but Warren didn't want this to end. Never really, so he whispered 4 words that you'd remember for the rest of your life.

"Go to the car." He patted your back, adjusting his pants a little before walking up the path, meeting Chas as he looked at you. "What's she doing here?" He asked, pointing as he looked at Warren. He just shook his head, walking up the makeshift path as Chas followed. Warren's hand made a movement, sort of a wave, and you began to catch up as your head felt so much heavier now.

You felt like you were on top of the world. Like you were the coolest, and best person ever. The feeling of the man you loved since middle school saying meet at the car felt nice. Especially just giving him a handjob.. that was wonderful. Now, you could actually imagine something right before you went to sleep at night. Or just scenarios..

– few minutes later

You were sitting in the car, the seat sort of hot. Your thighs were very hot, so you assumed it was that. You didn't really do much. You just sat there while you occasionally looked up to see warren talking. But, the last time you looked he was gone. And instead, he was opening the door.

"They think we're getting beer." Warren said, starting the car before he began to back out of the space. You turned to him, only thinking about his dick. "They think? So what are we gonna do?" You knew exactly what you two were going to do, and Warren just turned his head to you, laughing slightly. "You know exactly what's gonna happen, don't even." He shut that down immediately and the scenery changed from trees and woods to sketchy roads. You stared at the road infront of you, leaning your arm on the car door as you watched.

Warren then pulled over, a spot in the woods but awfully close to the road. You turned to him, and he immediately crawled over the barrier between you two and began to kiss you deeply once more. You kissed back, Warren's hands traveling all over your body as whimpers and little moans escaped your mouth. Warren loved those noises you made.. Your wonderful noises. "Get in the back." Warren said in between a kiss, him settling back in his seat as he began to undo his button up and pants. He stripped in the front of the car, you moving in the back while you began to pull of your skirt.

It had been a nice day to wear your pink panties, but Warren loved them. He loved what was under them too.

Once the two of you were basically stripped the to skin, he crawled into the backseat with you, placing you down on the fabric as he began to kiss you once more. His hands kneaded your tits through your croptop, but they eventually slipped under it and had free roam. You moaned into his mouth, the kiss feeling hot and steamy as his thumbs played with your nipples. "Fuck.. You're so hot.." he mumbled, pulling from you and looking at your panties. He licked his lips, his body moving down a bit before he moved your legs up, folding you in half as he looked at the wet spot on your panties.

"Oh sweetheart.." he cooed, your body beginning to feel so much more hot than before. You were practically melting under him.. it was so much. And you just watched as he began to pull up your panties, revealing your hot slick. "Wait.." you said quickly, looking up at him as you began to feel worry on top of the arousal. "What if someone sees us?" You were starting to doubt this. Why didn't you two just go somewhere more secluded? Like an abandoned parking lot or something.. "then let them watch." He smiled, pulling your panties off completely before throwing them in the bottom of the car. He looked at your folds, his right hand going down to pump himself as he stared.

It was enough to make him cum, really. Your body was beautiful.. a masterpiece even. He thought he was so lucky to be fucking you, bur you thought the opposite. You were so obsessed with him. He was something you thought about every day.. every single day. He was the reason you dressed so nicely. The reason you took commitment into makeup.. the man you wanted to impress. And it seemed to work.

"You ready?" He asked, his dick moving up to be right on top of your folds. You nodded sheepishly, choking down some saliva as you felt your body grow much more nervous. You felt his tip align with your entrance, and finally push in. You gasped softly, feeling his tip push in more, eventually going much deeper and hitting your cervix. Your breath hitched as his size stretched you, warren biting down on his lip as he felt how tight you were. "Jesus, you're tight.. You're really tight.. fuck.." he began to move in and out of you slowly, each time making warren closer to his orgasm. You clenched around him, your body barely able to handle his size.

You were a virgin.. this was a lot. Literally. His dick was so big, and as he began to thrust into you, you felt your pussy feel so much wetter. Warren knew this, and he knew it was just a natural thing. Most virgins bled, but you just provided more slick for him to work with, which was wonderful. It made him easier to slip into you, so he used it to his advantage as he began to go faster.

You moaned some, Warren's hands clutching your knees to your chest as he went a little faster, his eyes going shut as he reveled in the pleasure. He cussed under his breath, your lewd noises growing so much louder as the skin of yours and his slammed into each other.

"Warren!" You screamed, your eyes rolling into your head as he went at an unbearable pace. Soon, the both of you were cussing to yourselves as your orgasms came much closer, and finally the both of you came. Warren was quick to pull out, his cum spraying all over your stomach as you both panted, taking in the sight. Warren twitched some again, his hot cum feeling like a trophy. The view was great. You couldn't lie.

Seeing his dick slowly become softer made butterflies appear in your stomach, and you just sighed. Your head going back as you closed your eyes. Warren collapsed on top of you, sighing as well.

"We should probably go get that beer now."

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This took so long omg. Yall better like this or I'm gonna die and shrivel up

But ty for reading!! Still not sure what the word count is but I'm hoping it's more than 2k.

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[kai-anderson-whore]

Why’d you only call me when you’re high? (Warren lipka x fem reader)

Summary: after warren broke up with you, he couldn’t stand being away from you leaving him to drown his sorrows by getting drunk and high and by your doorstep.

Warnings: breakup, drugs, alcohol, calling and texting an ex, crying, mentioning of vomit but not being sick, humiliating, turning up at ex’s house late at night

Word count: 2,3k

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It all started around three months ago, you laid in your boyfriends bed watching movies with your boyfriend of a little over a year. It felt nice to relax in each other's presence instead of biting each other's heads off, constantly arguing about the smallest of things.

You laid on warrens chest feeling his chest raise and fall. Warrens mind was elsewhere probably high he felt tense underneath your frame. Puzzled you looked up at him through your lashes offering a smile. "You okay babe?". Warren snapped out his trance looking at you his eyes held all sorts of emotions doubt, uncertainty, regret, heartache. "Yeah I'm fine" he tried to shrug you off.

"Come on warren something is bothering you, talk to me" your voice was reassuring that he can talk to you about anything. Warren pondered in his thoughts he knew what he was going to say would destroy you.

"I'm just thinking about us" he sighed your smile dropped hearing the tone in his voice. "What about us?" You asked feeling anxiety creeping into you. "I don't think it's working anymore we argue all the time" warren stated. The tears rimmed your eyes threatening to spill.

"Yeah but couples have arguments we manage to get through them warren" you pleaded as the salty tears cascaded down your cheeks. "Come on y/n we try to get through them in fact we don't we sweep them under the rug I think it's best if you just go" he sighed.

You felt your break more with each second that passed. You got out of the bed your eyes puffy and red from the crying. "So that it we're over then" you scoffed. "You always bitch at me for getting high and going out with my friends" warren argued.

"That's because when your out getting high you get yourself into deep shit warren, what sort of girlfriend would I be if I didn't care" you pointed out before leaving the house making sure to slam the door behind you.

....

Warren sat in his car a spliff dangling between his fingers, his mind raced thinking of you like it always did nowadays. He looked at himself in the rear view mirror, he looked exhausted, bags under his eyes like he hadn't slept in days. But he didn't care he just wanted to see you.

Before warren knew it he had his phone in his hand, his thumb hovering over your number. Giving in he clicked call placing his phone to his ear waiting on your answer.

...

You laid in bed tossing and turning trying to get to sleep but it was no use. You had been like this for days, weeks even ever since warren broke up with you. You missed him but all he did was call you when he was drunk or high which you didn't have the time for.

Your phone sang it's ringtone, you knew what this meant you looked at your phone seeing it was 1:30AM, letting out a sigh warren's number showing on the screen swiping your thumb to decline the call.

You contemplated on switching your phone off but you needed the alarm on so you could get up in a few hours. You turned back around trying to get back to sleep but your phone kept getting notifications after notifications all from your ex boyfriend.

Warren:

' hey are you awake?'

'Why no answer?'

'Come on y/n answer'

'Please babe'

You let out a frustrated groan all you wanted to do was sleep but as per usual you couldn't. You started to text on your phone, you had enough of warren texting and calling you late it night like you broke it off with him. You just wanted to move on from him.

You:

'Warren I'm trying to sleep what do you want?'

Warren:

'I need to see you please y/n'

You:

'No warren, I've got be up in the morning I'm trying to have an early night'

Warren:

'Boring come on y/n'

You:

'Why do you only call me when your high?'

'I'm fed up with it now leave me alone'

You then switched your phone off not caring about the fact you needed an alarm to get up for work. You just needed some sleep. Soon enough you were asleep not thinking about warren anymore.

....

Warren knew he should have left you alone end of the day he broke up with you. He regretted it but he was too stubborn to admit to it that's why he drowned his sorrows with weed and alcohol trying to forget you but it only made him want you more.

Days went by since he called you warren now found himself in a bar incredibly drunk. The bartender refused to serve him anymore, warren turned to leave but he could have sworn he saw you leaving the bar holding on to your heels. Warren scrunched his eyes but you were gone.

Maybe he was dreaming that he saw you, deciding to call it a night warren left the bar. He staggered among the crowd of bodies finding the exit of the bar. The fresh air hit him like a truck his drunken state worsted. His sight blurred as he pulled out his cellphone trying to find your number.

Warren:

'R u up?''

Warren walked down the street waiting on your reply, but it never came. Warren instead called you repeatedly.

Warren:

'Come on y/n answer'

'Y/n please answer me I'm sorry'

He kept texting you repeatedly not even realising that he was bumping into people in the street. "Watch it" a buff man snarled, warren shrugged him off all his attention on his phone ringing you once again.

He turned his head, seeing you in a random shop with another man. Warren stood there rubbing his eyes but you were gone. 'What the fuck?' Warren thought deciding that he should go see you stumbling around the pavement.

...

You laid in bed trying to get back to sleep once again warren kept blowing your phone up, hundreds of missed calls and unread texts. You had enough of him you knew he would only call you drunk or high cause he didn't want to spend the night alone, well he should have thought about that before he broke it off with you.

You switched your cellphone off knowing of warren tried to call you it would go straight to voicemail. Once again drifting off into sleep.

You had just drifted into slumber only to be woken by your front door knocking. Confused and concerned you shrugged into your nightgown away to see who was there.

You hoped and prayed that it wasn't who you thought it was. "Y/n open up" a slurred voice called out through the letterbox. You groaned contemplating if you should just leave him there and don't answer, but you knew warren wouldn't move from your door plus you would be worried if he would be safe.

With a frustrated sigh you opened your front door revealing a rather intoxicated warren lipka, he could barely stand straight his eyes droopy with the alcohol. "What do you want warren" you snapped your eyes barely even open too tired to deal with his nonsense.

"I came to see you" warren slurred leaning against the wall that surrounded your front door. "I gathered that but what for?" You questioned further, your arms folded across your chest. "I- I missed you so much why haven't you answered my calls?" He asked his eyes threatening to spill tears.

"Warren I'm not doing this who are you with?, where's Spencer?" You sighed looking around to see if Spencer was lurking around somewhere but no one was there. "It's just me please y/n I need you".

You sighed again for the hundredth time tonight deciding it was best to take him in till he's sobered up. "Come in" you said helping your ex into your home. His legs could barely carry him along as you assisted him to your living room.

Warren slumped down on the couch, you went to get a glass of water and a bucket to sober him up. "Where you in the bar tonight?" Warren spoke up, his eyes still threatened to let his tears fall. "No warren I've been here all day" you answered rubbing your temple. "Just go to sleep, there's a bucket there incase your sick I'm going back to bed" you stated. Warrens eyes shot open not wanting to escape your presence.

"What please don't go y/n" he pleads, "warren it's late I want to sleep" you slightly snapped. That was it for warren the tears finally fell down his cheeks. You felt bad that he was crying, something he rarely did in all the time you had known him. "What's wrong?" You asked in a more softer tone.

"You hate me don't you" your heart breaks hearing warren say such a thing. "Of course i don't hate you warren look we'll talk in the morning but for now just sleep sober up" you pleaded. Warren nodded his head letting you go to bed.

...

The next day you were exhausted, you could barely get to sleep once you left warren. Worried incase something happened to him. You sluggishly made your way downstairs your eyes barely even open. Warren was still asleep on your couch as you made your way over to the kitchen to make some coffee.

Grabbing a mug from the cupboard, you made a fresh pot of coffee not bothering with milk or sugar, hoping it would do the trick to wake you up. You sat on the stool by the kitchen island waiting on your coffee to cool down a little before taking a sip.

You heard tired footsteps entering your kitchen to reveal a very hungover warren. He looked dreadful his face pale, bags underneath his eyes like he hadn't slept in weeks. "Morning" he mumbles embarrassed to see you with a disappointed look on your face. "Morning" you mumbled back.

The silence that then filled the room making you both feel awkward. You hadn't seen each other since he broke it off with you. "Look y/n I'm sorry for coming over that late and in that state I really am you didn't need to deal with that" warren broke the silence, scratching the back of his neck.

"Look I am pissed you turned up in that state and the constant calls and text when your high, but it's in the past now just please don't go wandering off when your in that state warren" you sighed.

Warren felt his heart flutter at the fact you still cared about his wellbeing even though he was an asshole. "I promise, I didn't do anything embarrassing or wrong did I when I came in?" He then asked already knowing what the answer would be only thing was that he couldn't remember what happened.

"You didn't do anything wrong, you said you wanted to see me and thought I was at the bar last night, you started crying thinking I hated you" you explained seeing warren flinch remembering what happened. "Again I'm so sorry" he said.

"Can I ask something?" Warren nodded his head at you question. You pondered if asking would be ideal in this moment but you genuinely wanted to know why. "Why do you only call me when your high?" You asked fiddling with the rim of your coffee cup. "Well to be completely honest with you- I just miss you and I regret breaking it off with you I'm too stubborn to admit it sober so I drowned myself with booze and weed I kick myself in the morning knowing I keep on texting and calling you"

You didn't say anything just nodding your head taking in his answer. "I do miss you a lot and I do want you back it was stupid of me to break it off with you, I just hope one day we can mend what I broke" warren added. You missed him terribly sure you both had your flaws and argue a lot but you managed to get through it together in the past.

"I miss you too, it killed me when we broke up took me ages to even try to get over it then the calls and text started sent me right back to square one" you stated folding your arms across your chest. "It was really stupid of me" warren hung his head in shame you just hummed in agreement.

"We weren't perfect, god knows I wasn't but I'm willing to give you another chance but it will take a bit of time warren maybe we just rushed into everything too fast" you spoke up. Warren now making eye contact with you, a glimmer of hope seeping through his brown eyes.

"Really you would give me another chance? After what I did" disbelief and a hint of joy lingered in his voice. You nodded your head biting your lip. "I love you warren even after causing me sleepless nights, breaking my heart that day after all that I still love you" you whispered wiping away your stray tears.

Warren gave you a sympathetic smile walking over to you, wrapping his arms around you as you cried into his chest. You took in the familiar scent of him weed mixed with his cologne something you missed all those months. "I love you too I wished I wasn't such an asshole but I promise this time I'll make it right I'll be better" he whispered placing a kiss on the top of your head.

"I promise to be better too" you sighed pulling away from him, wiping the last of your tears away.

[eventually27]

Caught in the act.

(Warning masturbation, intercourse)

You fell asleep at Warren's apartment, you wake up on the sofa after a hot dream..

You woke up suddenly, flustered, between your legs tingling. Why did this have to happen tonight? You were asleep on your friend Warren's sofa after a late night of watching movies, you couldnt possibly touch yourself here, could you?

Warren was asleep in his room. His door was only open a crack. If you were quiet, he would never know. The more you thought about not doing, the stronger the tingling became. You slid the blanket down, spread your knees, and reached between your legs. You began to rub gently against your already wet underwear. You let out a quiet moan. "Oh shit! I'm sorry. " Warren had come out of his room, you lifted up the blanket to over yourself in a panic, "Oh god, Warren, erm" you didn't know how to explain yourself, you were also distracted by Warren just in his boxers. "It's cool. Honestly, I wake up with one of these all the time, I know how you feel, " he laughed, and you looked down and saw he was stiff in his boxers. He walked over to the kitchen to pour a glass of water. He looked over his shoulder at you, "we could always help each other out", he kept a straight face. You were trying to work out if he was joking or not. You swung your legs down to make room on the sofa for him to see if he would take the invitation, which he did. You watched as he walked over, smiling, his stiffness swinging as he walked. As he sat down, your heart started to pound, you both looked at each other, unsure of what came next, until you slid off the blanket to reveal yourself in Warrens t-shirt he had given you and knickers, you opened your legs slightly so he could see between them, "fuck" Warren couldn't beleive his eyes and before you knew it he was nelt down in front of you sliding down your underwear saying, "can I taste you?" You couldn't find the words, you could barely breathe, so you just nodded. He pushed your legs apart and circled your clit with his tounge, down to your wet entrance, you laid back with your eyes closed from pleasure, "you taste so good, just like I imagined" his words sent pulses of pleasure through you, he had imagined what you could taste like?, "Warren, I want you to fuck me", you were desperate to feel him and by how hard he still was you could tell he was as desperate as you, he leads over you, one arm holding himself up the other guiding himself into you, "Don't have to ask me twice" he slowly pushed himself inside you, you toes curling with pleasure, you tightened your legs around him to push him in deeper, "fuck baby" Warren began to speed up, both you vocalising your pleasure, "your so tight baby I won't last much longer", Warren's length was the perfect size to rub straight on your gspot, every push bringing you closer and closer, "Oh fuck Warren I'm guna cum" your hips pushed upwards and trembled in pleasure, as you tightened around Warren's cock it made him climax "Oh baby" he moaned and he cummed inside you, you let out moans as his cock pulsing gave you aftershocks, he slipped himself out of you breathless, "Wow that defiantly helped" he giggled.

[bluesky-kitty]

Kai Anderson x fem reader || angst, fluff||

“Then it’s got you.”

tw-self-harm, abuse, toxic relationship

"Divine Ruler I have something for you." a female annoying voice said. Kai's eyes were on Meadow's now.

"We have a cult meeting in 30 minutes can it wait" He spoke without expecting an answer.

“This is important, and I need you now.”

Kai closed his laptop and looked at the blonde.

"So..what's the problem?"

"y/n."

The shedding of blood in Kai's body stopped for a moment.

Kai and you have been dating for 6 years, but no one knows except Winter.

You saw many versions of him during that time, but you never left him.

Kai didn't want anyone to know. You were his weak spot and anyone who would go against him would use you.

You two were careful, you didn't even sleep in the same rooms, you looked at each other with cold eyes in front of others just because of the cult.

Whenever someone talked bad about Kai behind his back, you would tell him. That was your code of keeping.

"She's in the kitchen."

She said hurriedly as they passed through the hall. He couldn't even imagine what it was about.

Maybe some stupid fight? You didn’t like Meadow, she didn’t like you either.

Your eyes were on the door as Meadow and Kai stood there. You could see the confusion on Kai's face as he walked unsteadily into the room.

“Can you move away from the sink?” spoke Meadow.

“Okay.” you said calmly as you moved away.

“Take off your clothes.” this sentence left you shocked.

“What? I’m not doing that.”

“Come on, just shirt” you knew what she was talking about but you thought she didn’t see them.

“Can somebody tell me what the shit is going on?”

Kai’s loud voice interrupted conversation.

“She’s so weak and broken! She hurts herself!

“No i don’t hurt myself.”

hurts herself?

Something in Kai was taking his air. Your beloved looked at you with empathy and anger in his eyes. You quickly rolled up your sleeves and showed your wrists. “See?!” Kai sighed silently, but not for long.

You were aware of what you were doing and successfully had smooth and clean wrists.

“What about stomach?” Shit! This woman is God’s punishment for world. You just wanted to disappear.

Kai came up to you with disappointment on his face. “Shirt. Off.”

”She doesn’t deserve to be in a cult if she’s a mental case. What if one day she kills herself and blames someone else for that?”

“Don’t do this to me. Why do you believe her?” You asked with teary eyes. His face with same cold.

“Come on show him your scars already!“

“Meadow! Get out, this is enough.”

“I just think-“

“Get the fuck out!”

His screams made you flinch. Meadow was gone and you two were alone. You'd be lying if you said you weren't afraid of him.

He immediately grabbed your shirt and twisted it. You grabbed his hand in an attempt to stop him. “No” funny of you thinking that small word was going to stop him.“

“I have to see it. I want to.“

When your shirt fell to the floor, your ego fell with it.

Bloody, fresh scars and indentations from nails driven into the skin covered your shoulders and chest.

“I’m so sorry Kai I just-I have to” you said between sobs.

His eyes watered as he bit his tongue.

“What a selfish stupid bitch you are..I gave you everything on this world that you wanted“

The pangs of conscience pierced you deep into the heart.

“My dearest ever…my baby, why would you do this to yourself? Huh?”

His face softened as he pushed hair out of your face.

“Every..every time you were angry at me or I would do something wrong or whenever you slap me..”

He listened every word carefully.

“I would pull a line.”

His head fell into his hands with a groan.

“FUCK”

“Kai you don’t have to-”

“I need more.“

“I need more to see how much I hurt you”

He grabbed you by the back of your pants and pulled them off.

“Please don’t..” tears stream down your face.

Your thighs were no different from your stomach. In pain, scratched and destroyed.

“You know I kill people because of you, just don't tell me I killed you too“ He was crying. He didn’t cry for three years. This made you feel bad. He knelt down and gently kissed every place where you hurt yourself. His big warm hands caressed your shivering skin. “Please let me stay in the cult” You said with a shaky voice. “You will. You will stay.”

“C’mere baby” He said as he added your clothes. "Get dressed" You were grateful to God that you would cover your sins with clothes. "You know..she saw me when I was leaving the bathroom" Kai raised his head to look at you while he buttoned your pants. "I was in a towel and the scars were visible. My stupidity."

There was silence, until he picked you up. “What are you doing?” You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. "We will watch a movie and cuddle, sounds good?" You nodded as he led you out of the kitchen.

His hand on your ass, the other reaching across your back towards your neck. As he carried you into the bedroom you heard Ally's voice. "Divine Ruler?" You buried your face in Kai’s neck in shame. "Tell them I'll be late." Ally nodded and went down to the basement without any questions. The smell of brion losion and mint entered your nostrils. It calmed you down.

You looked at him with lust in your eyes as you undressed in bed. When he turned on the movie he lay down next to you and pulled you close. Kai was pulling the blanket off your body as you shook your head. “Let them breathe sweetie.” When you realized how much you had destroyed your body, your eyes filled with tears. „It's alright bug.“ The nickname made you smile. He hugged you and made circles on your back. You let out a sob. “Shh..it's over.”

"They don't bother you? You still love me?”

"Of course they don't bother me." He said sweetly as he pulled you into a long kiss. “Come on I'll give you a bear cuddle” He said with his arms outstretched. You wiped your damp eyes and threw yourself at him.

______

“And now what?” Harrison asked in annoyance.

“He said he'd be late. y/n wasn't well, probably because of that.”

“What does he have to do with her?” Meadow rolled her eyes. “To me, they looked pretty familiar to each other.”

“How much familiar?”

“It doesn’t matter. Really.”

“Ally.” The blonde warned.

“He was holding her ass”

“Oh looks like we’re getting babies” Harrison joked.

Everyone looked at him. “So they fuck.”

“And he said how important this topic is..but I don’t blame him, I also saw how much y/n tired is.” Beverly added.

“Yeah tired of wanting attention.”

“You will never get a ring from Kai, Mea, just give up already” said Ivy.

______

“She's sleeping now.” Kai spoke quietly into the phone. “I know. You're right.” She sighed softly in her sleep, which caught her boyfriend's attention. “I want you to take her, she needs therapy.”

“No I don't have a heart don't talk shit.”

“It's very bad, I expect of you to give all of yourself so you can help her.”

“Okay, bye.”

When he finished the call with his older brother, he kissed her gently on the cheek and went down to the basement.

“I'm sorry I'm late, I had some things to do.”

Cult members looked at him. “y/n is not here with us, she is sick and needs peace.” Meadow's face fell. Anger? Surprise? What could she expect?

After agreeing on the plan for the next action, everyone left the basement. Since Meadow was last, he called her. “Meadow. Stay a little so we can talk”

“What is it Divine Ruler?”

“I wanted to thank you for telling me that thing today.” Her face suddenly lit up. “There’s no need to thank me my Divine Ruler, I was just doing my job.” “Really Meadow..thank you so much” he puts his hand on her shoulder. Kai wanted to fill her with hope and then destroy her. In the name of you. She wasn’t backstabber to him, but she was to you.

“You saved me.”

“Yeah?” She asked with smile.

“Yeah. Because you saved her.” Meadow's faces could no longer be read. He approached her and whispered in her ear.

“Is it also your job to make my girlfriend cry?”

She opened her mouth to say something , but Kai was faster.

"We have been together for six years, we can also call her a wife.”

“If you do something like this again, I swear I will kill you personally.”

She stayed quiet.

“You can go now.”

As Meadow walked up the stairs in embarrassment, he called out to her, “Also good night, sleep well!”

[evanboodaddy]

2011 vs 2021

[innocent-writers-soul]

Warren Lipka x Fem!Reader (smut)

summary: warren returns from his assignment with books theft, experiencing a huge amount of emotions, mostly panic and anxiety. you try to support your boyfriend

warnings: dry humping, joint smoking, vaginal sex, curse words, not proofread, sad spencer

word count: 1587

“God, it’s all gone!” Warren bursts loudly into the room, slamming his door. In surprise, you bounce on the bed, turning around at the sound. You was at your boyfriend's house, insisting that you cheer him up after the operation, or at least not let him go crazy on his own, how he could, smoking on daily basis. “What's happened? Is everything okay?” you put the magazine aside, watching him walk around the room in circles, almost tearing out his curls.

“It's not fucking okay! We screwed up!” he screams hysterically. You grab his sleeve, causing him to fall next to you on bed. It sags under his weight, he sits next to you and you moves to his knee, saddling it and cupping his face with hands, frowning.

“Warren, I'm sure everything will be fine. Did you manage to steal at least anything?” you stroke his cheeks with your thumbs, trying to calm him down.

“Yes, three books, but we couldn’t take away what we came for!” he started to get nervous again and raised his voice, his dark eyes were widened with anxiety and you could see drops of sweat on his temples. And you didn’t like it, because the only thing he should have sweat on his face after is after sex. Or the gym. But not from a panic attack.

You put your forehead against Warren’s, who became silent and wearily closed his eyes, rubbing his face a little against yours when you again tried to come him to senses. “This is already good. You was preparing for this for so long and did what you could do. For your first time, I’m surprised that you could even make your way home,” you laughed at the end of the sentence, to which Warren snorted, rolling his eyes and trying to hide his smile.

“Well, my Forest Gump, you are tense, should I relax you?” you narrowed your eyes and smirked, looking first at Warren eyes, then at his lips. He leaned towards you, touching yours in a needy kiss and grabbed your waist with his hands, to which you closed your eyes and buried your hands in his hair on the nape, pulling them a little. Warren growled softly and squeezed his fingers on you and you felt how his erection under material of jeans twitched.

Suddenly an idea came to your mind and you moved away from Warren and reached into his old backpack near the bed.

“Hey, y/n?..” he whimpered and clung to your hand, pulled his face in pain, and you brought the joint to him and set it’s edge on fire.

“Oh, okay,” you both smiled and inhaled the smoke in turn, gradually feeling how bliss fills you. You put the joint back on the table, again straddling his hips, continuing to run your tongue over his, deepening kiss. You started to move your body back and forth, riding over the mounting bulge under the clothes, feeling a rush of heat in the lower body, which began to spread from the touch of the clit to the rough tissue.

“Fuck,” Warren groaned, running one hand under your T-shirt and lifting it up, lightly squeezing your breast. He found a nipple and kitty licked it, which made you moaning harder, snuggling closer to him. With his other hand, he squeezed your thigh, closer to the pretty ass cheek, slipping under your thin shorts and guiding your movements. You loved to rub through clothes, you couldn't understand what gave you so much pleasure, but as long as you were with Warren, everything suited you and you didn't need to know the answers. You tilted your head back, breathing fast and biting your lower lip as Warren pulled away from your chest with pop sound and moving to your neck, leaving hickeys that will be seen in the future. You loved when Warren marked you, and he himself liked to leave bloody purple spots so that everyone could see that you had a good night with him, even if it seemed stupid to some of your friends. You liked the aesthetics of hickeys, even though you didn’t like when someone bites you painfully, but Warren mostly always tries to do it gently, but in such a way that the stain was visible on pale skin. And you are glad to have the same opinions on this case.

So glad also by the fact that you was approaching orgasm, while Warren moved his hand under your shorts further, touching your wet slit. “Fuck, y/n, you're so wet,” he hissed between your moans, picking up your juices with his fingers and driving one inside of you. He pushed his fingers in and out of your being until your face contorted in bliss and you held your breath. “Here it is,” Warren grinned, adding a second finger and hitting exactly on your favorite spot, not having pity on you at all. You were getting closer and closer on the way to orgasm, a knot in the lower abdomen was getting tighter, Warren’s fingers squished louder and louder, more and more lubrication stood out from you. You clung to his shoulders, desperately looking for his lips, and this kiss turned out to be chaotic, but passionate. “Warren… oh, fuck-, Warren, I–” his fingers moved faster, your hips began to tremble, but did not stop moving.

“Come on, baby, cum on my fingers,” encouraged Warren, watching you and helping you with all the excitement and admiration in his eyes, until that very knot was finally untied and you reached your peak. You let out a long moan, slowing down your movements and resting your head on the Warren’s shoulder, trying to come to your senses, while he pulled out his fingers with a squelching sound, again. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed that he raised his hand to his face. “Warren!" you cried out in embarrassment when you saw that he was licking your juices from his fingers, giggling playfully and smiling. You lightly push him in the chest, to which he recoiled a little, but turned you onto your back, being on top and hanging over you. He helped you pull off your shirt, then pulled off his things while you got rid of your shorts and underwear.

When Warren hung over you again, you ran your hands over his torso and shoulders. “Your body is incredible,” you whispered under your breath, and smiled as he grabbed one of your wrists, squinting slyly in response. “You only like me because of my body,” he kissed the outside of your palm without looking away from you, you laughed as you had a drag on the joint, passing it to him. “Well, I confess, that was one of the reasons,” he silently made a puff, twisting smoking in fingers and staring at you, not blinking. then he slowly approached you closer, raising his eyebrows in frisky surprise. You could feel his breath, the tips of your noses were practically touching, he teased, but didn’t kiss. “...but not the main one,” you added and he smiled again, showing his teeth and abruptly threw your legs up to his hips. He ran his hand along his boner a couple of times, adjusting himself near your slit and collecting your wetness. He looked into your eyes, asking if he could do want he wanted to – you nodded, and in the next moment you felt him, not only in deep down of soul, but also in body. At first you both stilled for a moment and then his movements became more confident and more insistent.

Warren buried his nose into the crook of your neck, putting his hands on both side of you, snarling in your ear with each thrust. You clung to his back and shoulders, out of touch with reality, feeling the euphoria of sex with Warren, spurred on by a recent joint. Your eyes were closed, you saw colored circles, and between the deep thrusts of Warren, you tried to breathe normally with your slightly opened mouth, from which constantly sounded moans. “Fuck, you, y/n… you, damn–… uh–… yeah–… you’re awesome,” Warren’s movements got sloppier and faster and you felt his fingers finding your throbbing clit. You squeezed the hair at the back of Warren’s head again, pulling hard as you felt your second euphoria. The walls of your pussy clenched, you constantly inhaled and exhaled catching the buzz, opening your eyes and rolling them up, uttering a long whimper, reaching orgasm for the second time that evening. It felt Warren, which after a couple of movements also poured into you, biting your neck near your shoulder, without pulling out his dick. You know that in the morning there will be a mark of his teeth too, but this does not cause you discomfort. You both tried to catch your breath, he slides off you, rolling onto his back, finally getting out of your body. “You know, I'm feeling better now,” Warren laughed softly, turning his head towards you. You shyly smiled in response. “You are always welcome,” you rested your head on his chest, he hugged your waist, covering both of you with a blanket and sighed with satisfaction.

In the morning, Warren’s phone rang, and it turned out to be Spencer, who had no one to calm him down yesterday the way you calmed down Warren and now it was your boyfriend’s turn to be peaceful and easy in this situation.

a/n: warren lipka in every fanfic including mine:

[yes-divine-ruler]

You Take Me So Well - Warren Lipka

pairing: warren lipka x fem!reader

cw: corruption kink, vaginal sex, dry humping, fingering, pot smoking

wc: 2.6k

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“What’s that smell?” you scrunch up your nose in disgust and turn to the college boy you’d been spending most of your time with the last few weeks, who was seated on the sofa in his parent’s basement, something lit between his lips. 

“It’s pot idiot. Here, come sit,” your friend Warren pats the spot next to him on the sofa, and takes a draw of whatever was in his mouth, shortly followed by a large cloud of grey smoke. It smelt horrendous, but you noticed the way Warren’s body relaxed after he’d taken his first puff.

It spiked your curiosity, everything about Warren did. 

You’d never thought you’d be spending so much time with a delinquent in his basement after he’d messaged you on Facebook, complimenting you on how pretty your hair looked and asking you if you wanted to grab a coffee. It was embarrassing enough that your mother had to drop you everywhere you went, and that you always had to lie and say you were spending time with your best friend Beth, but to not even know that Warren was smoking pot? How much more naïve could you get. 

Warren knew this, he knew you didn’t have much exposure to anything at all. All you’d talk about is your strict parents; your Christian upbringing, how slutty your mother thought you were when you wore a skirt above the knee and your hair out to the cinema, how angry your father would get if you weren’t home before 9. 

Well, it was half passed 7 now, and to your parents’ knowledge you were studying at Beth’s for an upcoming assessment in math. 

You crossed your hands in your lap, suddenly feeling cold in the short denim shorts you were wearing. Warren has convinced you over the last few weeks that “life was too short” and “you can’t spend your whole life trying to make everyone else happy”. He was right, and it only made you feel more attracted to him. 

You’d kissed, sure, and it was the first kiss you’d ever shared with anyone. It was magical, and it still replayed in your head over and over every time you glanced into his dark eyes and noticed the way a few curls would fall into them from his shaggy head of hair. He was mesmerising to you, your polar opposite, and every minute he wasn’t with you felt like agony. 

“Want some?” 

You were surprised to see Warren had passed the joint your way, holding it delicately in-between his fingertips as the end continued to burn red. 

“How long will it last? If I take one puff?” you were always worried that you’d get caught, that your parents would find where you were, have a mini stroke and then never let you out of their sight again. It would only make it worse if you were high. 

“I dunno,” Warren chuckled, his face suddenly blushed and the whites of his eyes tinged red, “maybe a couple hours? Depends how much you have, I guess.” 

Your bottom lip wedged between your teeth as you weighed the pros and cons in your head, your heart racing just at the mere thought of the wrath of your parents. The devil’s lettuce, they’d convinced you it was, nothing but a gateway to hell.  

“What did I tell you, my little good Christian girl, live a little,” Warren wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and pushed the joint closer to your face. He knew you wanted to do it, and every second that passed steered you closer in that direction. 

“What did I say we have to say before we do something?” 

You turned to face Warren; his face so close to yours you could feel his breath fanning your face. It made your stomach tie in knots. 

“Fuck it,” you whispered, your lips curling into a smile as you took the joint from his hand. Warren laughed, throwing his head back and clapping his hands in amusement. 

“That’s my girl,” he said, making your face flush, “now just take it slow, one little inhale, straight in, okay?” 

You took a deep breath, and before you could think about it anymore, the roach of the joint was tucked between your lips, and you’d taken the tiniest puff you thought you could muster. The smoke burned your throat, all the way down to your lungs. Pulling the joint from your lips, you let out a string of coughs, your eyes squeezing shut as they uncontrollably were being expelled from your throat. 

Warren ran a hand up and down your back, chuckling softly to himself at your inexperience. He could feel your bra strap under his fingers, and it sent a shiver up his spine. 

He was just as captivated by your innocence as you were by his lack of. It shocked him now sheltered your parents had kept you, for so long, away from all the good things in this world. 

“Warren- can you hold it?” you reach for the glass of water on the table, and bring it up to your lips, gulping down the cool liquid and letting it soothe your sore throat. 

Your head was already getting cloudy, and it just showed how low your tolerance was. 

Warren polished off the joint after that, his eyes fixed on you as you slouched back on the sofa, your eyes trained on the concrete ceiling and all its intricate little cracks. 

“Warren?” you asked finally, after what felt like hours. The last thing you’d notice right now was your phone alarm buzzing in your bag letting you know it was time to start thinking of going home. 

“Hm?” 

You’d gotten into a position where you were now laying with your back to the sofa, your legs propped up on Warren’s thighs. His hands were placed high on your thighs, his fingertips drawing small shapes across your skin. Every time he’d trace your thigh, little jolts of electricity would shoot through your core, and it made you feel all fuzzy. 

You shifted on the sofa, feeling the brush of your jeans shorts as they rode up between your legs, making blissful contact with your clit. You felt this warm wetness, like all the vile thoughts you were suddenly having of Warren formed a little patch of arousal in your panties. Why were you so much more turned on than usual right now? And why did it feel so good? 

Warren noticed you struggling to speak, and pulled you by the arms, sitting you up on the sofa. He cocked his head to the side as he smiled slyly at you, noticing the way your breathing had suddenly laboured. He knew pot made you extra horny, and the way you were looking at him right now was the biggest indicator of all. 

“I feel-” you couldn’t believe the words that were about to come out of your mouth, “can you make me feel good?” 

Warren was taken back by your sudden request knowing you had never been so vocal about that before. You usually felt so guilty engaging in those types of activities, but with Warren here right now, nothing else mattered. Not even your phone as it insistently rung on the floor next to you. 

“Are you sure?” Warren questioned you, looking between your doe eyes and your perfectly shaped lips. 

“Yes- please,” you knew you probably sounded pathetic right now, but the urge to feel him was becoming increasingly unbearable. 

Without hearing a response, you took your chances, and dived in towards him, closing the gap between your lips. Warren melted into the kiss almost immediately, his hands gripping your hips and moving you onto of him. You whimpered, straddling his thighs, feeling the obvious hard-on in the front of his jeans rub against you. It felt so much better than anything else you’d ever experienced. 

Even with a dry mouth, Warren’s tongue darted into your mouth, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks and tilt your head to the side. You let him do whatever he wanted, explore your mouth with the eagerness and need that you shared. 

His hips buckled up slightly, causing you to whimper against his parted lips, your core getting more and more heated by the second. You needed more, you needed to feel him so badly it hurt. 

You disconnected your lips and began tugging Warren’s shirt above his head. He happily obliged, pulling it off and throwing it to the side, before he was tugging off yours too. Between heated kisses, you’d managed to get it off, now exposed to him in only your bra and shorts. 

You both took a moment to stare at each other, your hands running down the planes of his toned chest and stomach, until you reached the button of his jeans. Warren groaned softly, his jeans painfully confining the erection he so badly wanted to take out right now. 

“May I?” you asked politely, your head spinning, not being able to think of anything else but the man under you who’s heart was racing just as much as yours. 

“Mhm,” was all Warren could muster, before his jeans were unfastened and pulled down his legs, too discarded on the floor with his t shirt. 

You stood off his lap for a moment, so adamant to get out of your shorts that you kicked them off in almost lightning speed. 

Warren stifled a laugh as you sat back down on your lap, his fingers tracing the frill at the hems of your white panties. 

“Shut up,” you uttered, tilting your head back as Warren’s lips assaulted the soft skin of your neck, leaving sloppy kisses in his wake, “mom won’t let me buy anything else.” 

Now there was only the thin fabric of Warren’s plaid boxers and your panties in the way of feeling the skin on skin contact you craved so desperately. 

“They’re cute,” Warren chuckled, coming up from your neck to connect your lips in another fiery kiss. 

His hands cupped your backside, his fingertips sinking into the flesh of your ass cheeks. You rubbed against him, letting out soft moans at the feeling of his stiffness against you. His hands guided you to work at a faster pace, moving in rhythm back and forth across his cock through your underwear. Your urge to rub against something, your achy, throbbing feeling for pressure, was finally being fulfilled, and it felt otherworldly. 

“How’s that feel baby?” Warren whispered in your ear, followed by a soft groan as he felt how wet you were through his boxers. 

The knot in your stomach had gotten so tight, and your body felt so hot, it was almost nerve-wracking to experience. You weren’t sure what was happening, but you were letting it happen. 

“So good, Warren,” you moaned, dragging out every syllable as you continued to work your hips against his. 

“Want more,” you whimpered, beginning to feel yourself clench around nothing, tingly and desiring to be filled. 

“Like what?” Warren teased, biting down on his bottom lip as you got off his lap once more to take off your panties. The blush rose to your cheeks as Warren drunk in your appearance, wanting nothing more than to stretch you out and tear you apart. 

“Can you go inside?” you asked nervously, never having been so exposed to someone else before. 

“Come here,” he urged gently, patting his lap, pulling his boxers down to his knees as you settled back on his lap. 

“You sure you’re ready?” he asked again, his hand coming down between your legs. You waited anxiously for his fingers to touch you, and when they did move between your soaked folds, he easily slipped a finger inside you. 

Your back arched as he pushed it in knuckle-deep, gently thrusting it inside you. It felt so good to be stretched out like that, by his big fingers as they worked inside you at a steady pace. 

His finger curled, making contact with your spongey sweet spot, a moan leaving your lips from how good it felt. 

“Holy shit,” Warren groaned into your hair as your head rested lazily against his shoulder, breathing in his comforting scent and indulging in the way he touched you. 

“Want something bigger?” he asked, and all you could do was nod in response against his shoulder. 

He lined himself up at your entrance, and with a single thrust of his hips, his swollen tip was between your folds and urging to go inside. The stretch was too much to begin with, a lot of whining left your lips as he slowly lowered you down onto him. But when you’d sat fully on his cock, and had gotten used to his size, he began to piston his hips upwards into you. 

“Oh, my goddd,” you almost screamed, letting out breathy moans to punctuate every slow thrust. 

“You’re so fucking tight,” Warren spoke between grit teeth, trying his hardest not to cum right there and then from how good it felt to be situated between your gummy, pulsing walls. 

“Just like that,” you encouraged, beginning to rise and fall on his cock all on your own, getting used to the momentum he was building. 

“You take my cock so well,” Warren praised, “You’re doing so good baby.” 

He let you ride his dick, unclasping your bra to let out your breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth almost instantly. Your head lolled back, and the tight knot in your stomach was so close to untying, the curvature of his cock hitting all the right places and filling you perfectly. 

The dull pulse in your core switched to a pleasurable ache, and soon you were unable to contain it anymore.

“Warren- I feel like I’m gonna pee,” you stopped your hips, suddenly scared and embarrassed by this sudden revelation. 

“it’s not-” Warren shook his head with an amused grin on his face, “you’re gonna cum sweetheart, sit still.” 

You hesitantly obeyed, gasping when you felt Warren’s wet fingers make contact with your swollen clit. He rolled it between his fingers, circling around the bud as the foreign feeling returned, and you’d let yourself go this time. 

You came on his cock, his fingers gripping his shoulders so tightly you were sure to leave the marks of your fingernails in their wake. You felt Warren twitch inside you as you pulsed around him, whimpering and moaning as the feeling washed over you in waves. Holy fuck, you thought, I’m gonna be addicted to this feeling. 

Warren thrust into you as you rode out your orgasm, finishing inside you with a few ravaging pumps. You collapsed onto of him, hearing his heavy breathing in your ear as you sat still, trying to process what the fuck just happened. 

Warren moved your hair over your other shoulder, littering kisses up the curve of the side of your neck, having regained his breathing and not feeling so high anymore.

“How was that?” Warren asked in a whisper, although he knew the answer from how fucked out and tired you were. 

“So good,” you mumbled your reply, not feeling as high anymore either. 

Warren slipped out of you and laid your naked body down on the couch beside him, pulling you into his chest. You closed your eyes, savouring the feeling of his warm body so close to yours. 

“Not such a good little Christian girl anymore, are you?” he teased, his fingers playing with your hair. 

“Fuck it,” you responded, still ignorant of the tons of voicemails your parents had left you over the last hour. 

[quicksilversg1rl]

I Hate You Part 2

Warren Lipka x Fem Reader

Warnings: angst, oral (f receiving), fingering, reader squirting, overstimulation, a little bit of nipple play if you squint and fluff at the end :)

part 1

The drive to your apartment was quiet, way too quiet for your liking. The only sound being that of the radio and the light tapping from rain on the car windows.

You had sent Sophie a message to let her know that you were safe and on your way home. Once you sent the message, you placed your phone back into your lap and wiped the remaining tears that dried on your cheeks.

You rested your head against the cars window as Warren drove you to your apartment. The air was thick with tension and there was so much he wanted to say to you but he held back, he’d tell you about everything once you’d both reach your apartment.

He pulled into your parking space, the both of you soon getting out after. You rushed towards your apartment building, trying to get away from both the cold rain and Warren, but to no surprise, Warren had followed after you.

You took the steps up to your apartment, Warren following shortly after. Once you reached your door, you turned around, your face flush with Warren’s chest.

“Thanks for the drive home but you can leave now.” You said, as you looked up at him and turned to open your apartment’s door and shut it in his face, but that didn’t work. He immediately pushed the door open, closing it behind him as he stepped further into your apartment.

You rubbed your face in frustration, letting out an exasperated sigh; you didn’t wanna deal with him right now.

“Warren please just leave!” You yelled from across the room, slowly coming closer to try and shove him out of your apartment.

You pushed against his chest, sending him stumbling back a bit but he still held his balance. You repeatedly hit at his chest, wanting nothing more than to get him to leave.

“JUST FUCKING LEAVE LIKE YOU DID LAST TIME WARREN! JUST. GO!” You screamed between hits, your fists hitting against his chest as you let out sobs. He grabbed at your hands, enclosing them in his large ones as he used them to bring you against his chest, wrapping his arms around your fragile body.

Once your face met his chest, your mind told you to push back and continue fighting but your heart was tired. You immediately broke down in his arms, sobbing as he placed light kisses on your head.

“I hate you so much.” Your words came out muffled due to your sobs and due to you being so close to him.

“I know, I know.” He said as he continued to rub smooth and slow circles onto your back.

You had finally managed to calm down, pulling back from Warren as you made your way to your couch.

You sat down, crossing your legs as you grabbed one of the pillows to place on your lap and fiddle with.

“You wanna talk, now talk.” You said as you looked up at him, eyes puffy and red from the crying- yet he still found you absolutely gorgeous in this state.

He moved to the spot beside you, plopping down onto your sofa and turning to face you.

You kept your gaze focused on the throw pillow, not wanting to look Warren in the eyes.

“Look at me, please?” He said, a hint of guilt and sorrow in his tone.

You lifted your head up, meeting his eyes.

His eyes.

They were one of your favourite things about him, they were what reeled you in initially. They were so dark and huge, you usually adored looking into them but now, now all you wanted to do was tear your eyes from his gaze, afraid that if you stared too long, you’d start crying again.

“I always thought you were the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” He said as his eyes scanned your features.

“Don’t do that Warren.” You said as you looked back down at the pillow.

“I mean it. I’ve always meant it.” You wanted to throw the pillow in your hands at him, you just wanted him to get over with breaking your heart and leave.

You threw your head back against the couch, letting out a sigh as you turned your head to look at him.

“Look Y/n I don’t know how to say this.”

You were getting ready for your heart to be ripped out from your chest, you were waiting for him to say why he didn’t like you and why he never would, why you were the problem, what he didn’t like about you, what you should’ve changed.

“I just- fuck. I was scared okay? A few days into our little thing we had I had realized you were the girl for me. I realized that you were the only one I’d ever want to to do any of these things with ever again but we decided no strings attached and I got scared that once you’d find out I had feelings for you, you’d leave me. So I left you first.”

Your head perked up from its place on the couch. Your eyes shot towards Warrens, that was the first time you’d seen those beautiful dark eyes filled with tears.

“I was scared that you’d realize that you’re too good for me and that you deserved way better. I thought that if I left you and just stopped talking to you, I’d forget you and my feelings would just die down. I even tried hooking up with other chicks but it never got past a kiss because all I could think about was you. You were the only thing on my mind ever since we started doing this. I was scared to accept my feelings so I tried running away from them and in doing so I hurt you and I’m so sorry baby.”

You reached forward and wiped the fallen tears from his cheeks. Your thumb lingering on them. You couldn’t believe this, all this time you thought that he had left you because of multiple other reasons, not because he liked you.

“You’re the only girl I’ve ever felt this way about before and I don’t know I was just scared.” He said as he looked towards you, his face searching yours for any hint of feelings on your part.

You just stayed silent, looking at Warren as a thousand thoughts raced through your head. You finally reached over to him and placed yourself onto his lap.

“Oh Warren.” You said letting out a sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck and placing your face into the crook of his neck.

Warren had no clue what was happening, but he accepted it. He didn’t know what this meant for the two of you but he would definitely cherish this moment, he loved being consumed by you and only you.

He wrapped his arms around your back, bringing you even closer if he could and placing his head on top of yours.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, just being content in the moment. You finally pulled away and placed your hands on his cheeks, leaning down and placing a soft kiss onto his lips.

Warren’s eyes widened as he returned the kiss.

“God Warren, I like you so much, there’s no one I’d rather spend my time with than you.” You said as you smiled at him. For the first time in a while you felt happy, happy that the boy you were head over heels in love with was head over heels for you as well.

“I don’t know what this means for us but what I do know is that I want to be by your side every second of everyday, I want you to be mine and I wanna be yours.” Warren said as he leaned into your touch.

You took this as the opportunity to close in on the kiss again. You placed your lips onto his, he immediately kissed back. Your mouths moved in sync, his tongue entering your mouth and exploring it. The two of you kissed for some time before Warren placed his hands on your thighs and walked the two of you to your room.

Your lips never leaving his as he lowered you down onto your bed. Your back hitting your sheets, Warren’s lips still working on yours.

You threw your head back as his lips travelled from yours down your jaw and towards your neck. He worked on the area, leaving light bruises as he went down.

Before he did anything else he looked up at you and motioned towards your dress. You shook your head and he got to work on your dress, tossing the garment to the side. He looked down at your body, his travelling down the valley of your breasts as his hands went over the fading marks he left the last time the two of you were together. He looked up at you and smiled before leaning back down, darkening the fading bruises on your chest.

He moved his kisses to your breasts, placing light kisses all along your nipple before finally taking the stiff peak between his lips. Your mind was fuzzy as he was working his lips on your nipples, your hands wrapping into his hair as you pushed his face further into your chest.

“Feels so good Warren.” You said as he moved his lips to your other nipple, making sure to show it the same amount of love as he did the other.

His kisses soon moved down your torso, his face coming flush with your core. He placed a kiss against your covered clit, his tongue darting out to lick the covered area. You threw your head back at the action, wanting nothing more than for Warren to remove the barrier between your core and his lips. 

“Can I take these off pretty?” He asked as he looked up at you. You simply nodded your head and soon enough Warren hooked his fingers into your underwear and dragged the garment down your legs. 

His hands moved over your thighs, placing kisses along them. His mouth finally moved towards your hot centre. He placed his lips on you, sucking your clit into his mouth as his hands wandered to your chest. His tongue licked at your clit, eliciting moans from you. Your legs wrapped around him, encasing his head between your thighs as he brought his mouth to your entrance, pushing his tongue inside, his nose deliciously rubbing against your bundle of nerves. 

You closed your eyes in pleasure, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as the pleasure became too much for you. 

“God you’re so beautiful.” He said against your cunt before moving his lips back up to your clit and pushing two fingers inside of you. A pornographic moan left your lips as he pushed his fingers in and out of your cunt, scissoring them inside of you while working on your clit. 

“Fuck Warren, I’m so close.” You said as your hands reached for the sheets, gripping them as Warren worked his mouth on you and his fingers in your cunt. 

“C’mon baby let go for me, I know you want to.” He said as he worked his fingers faster, dipping his head back down as he got back to your clit. 

His fingers reached a new spot inside you, pressing along your velvety walls as he moved them in and out of you. This was enough to send you over the edge. Warren’s name fell profusely from your mouth as he pleasured you through your orgasm, continuing to lick at your clit. 

“You think you can give me another one baby?” He said as his fingers picked up pace. 

“Is too much Warren.” You said as you felt him prodding at that spot inside you again, barely able to form a sentence as the pleasure overwhelmed your senses.

“No baby, I know you can do it, just give me one more okay?” He said as he pulled his fingers out of you, moving his tongue down to your entrance and lapping up at the evidence from your previous orgasm, shoving his tongue inside you and feeling along your walls.

He lifted his fingers up to your mouth, shoving them inside as your tongue wrapped around them, tasting yourself on his fingers. You kept sucking on his digits as he worked his mouth on you. You hadn’t realized that he’d been humping the bed as he pleasured you, loving the friction it brought to his dick.

Your lips stayed wrapped around his fingers, using them as something to focus on as the pleasure overwhelmed you. He moved his fingers from your mouth, bringing them back inside you as his toyed with your clit again.

“Mhmf, Warren it’s too much, I’m gonna cum.” You whined out. Warren slowly put in a third finger as he worked them inside you. His tongue brushed along your clit a final time and that was your breaking point.

The coil in your stomach snapped, the feeling being ten times better than your previous orgasm. Your breaths were heavy as you hit your second orgasm, feeling absolutely euphoric.

You hadn’t even realized that you were squirting. Warren watched in awe as it went all over the sheets and him, his hips continued rutting against the bed, his thrusts became sporadic as he was nearing his orgasm as well, making sure to ease you through yours too as he continued sucking on your clit.

He reached his peak and came inside his boxers causing him to place a final kiss onto your clit, making you wince at the over-sensitivity. You looked between your legs, Warren’s face glistening with your fluids, his eyes hazy as he looked up at you.

“Didn’t know you could do that.” He said as he moved up towards you.

“Do what?” You said as you looked at him. He motioned to the huge puddle between your legs and that’s when it hit you that you had squirted. Your cheeks grew hot out of embarrassment and Warren noticed this.

“It was hot.” He said as he got off the bed and went into your bathroom, shooting you one of his dimpled smiles before going in, grabbing a towel to clean you up. Once he was done he removed the soiled sheets and placed new ones on. You watched in awe as he did all of it, smiling to yourself as your eyes moved with his actions.

As soon as he was finished he grabbed you by the waist and brought you down onto your bed, getting under the covers. He wrapped his arms around you as your legs tangled together under the sheets, naked bodies pressed flush against each other. Your head was resting on his chest, your fingers drawing light shapes on his skin.

“I meant what I said.” You heard Warren say, causing you to lift your head and look up at him from your place on his chest.

“I really do like you a lot and I’m sorry I left like an absolute asshole and I’d really like to give us a chance, only if you’ll have me.” He said as he lifted his hands towards your face and rubbed the pad of his thumb against your cheek and all the way down to your bottom lip.

You moved up to his face, taking his lips with yours, moving your mouth passionately against his. You took his bottom lip between your teeth, pulling back and letting go, watching as it flicked back into place; giving him all the answers he needed. You gave him a quick peck on the nose before wrapping your arms around him and placing your face in his neck.

You were content in your lovers arms right now and so was Warren.

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How I met Evan Peters (Fanfic - Part 1)

Pairings ─ Evan Peters x Y/N (fem reader)

Genre ─ Smut/fluff, Romance

Summary ─ Y/N is fresh in East Hollywood, LA. After a major life overhaul, she’s ready to dive into a new chapter. So, when she hits the town for a night out with friends, she unexpectedly crosses paths with none other than actor Evan Peters. Y/N tries to keep her cool and act all nonchalant, but damn, Evan’s interest throws her for a loop. Their first meeting? Total tension and flirtation, hinting at an evening full of surprises.

Disclaimer ─ In Part 1 of the series, the main characters are introduced, setting the stage for the encounter of Evan and Y/N to unfold and the sexual energy between them to build up. Things get super steamy and smutty in Part 2.

Warnings (for Part 2) ─ Obscene language, semi-public, dry humping, oral (both receiving), fingering, overstimulation, handjob, nudes, handjob, nipple teasing, spanking, vaginal sex, rough sex, extra smutty—you guys know the drill :)

Word count ─ 3.8K

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You step out of the shower, steam stirring around you as you wrap your hair turban-style in a towel. The anticipation of a proper night-out since you made the bold move to quit your job in Europe and pursue another life in the US tingles in your veins. It feels like forever since you’ve let loose, and tonight promises to be nothing short of epic.

Plopping down onto your bed, you grab your go-to jar of coconut body butter from the dresser. You squeeze a generous dollop onto your palm and rub your hands together. The creamy texture blends in as you work it onto your skin, leaving it smooth and oh-so-soft.

As you immerse yourself in your ritual, you hear the familiar buzz of a FaceTime call. Glancing over at your bedside table, you see “Adria,” your friend’s name, glowing on the screen. You pick up your phone, still coated in moisturiser, and her face pops up. A look of desperation is written all over her features.

“Hey, girl! What’s up?” you chirp, propping the phone on your desk to finish off your pampering session.

She lets out a dramatic groan. “Send help,” she whines, her voice tinged with panic. “I’m having a meltdown over here. I swear, I got nothing to wear.”

You can’t help but giggle at her faux-crisis. “First-world problems, brain rot,” you tease, sneaking a peek at the heap of clothes behind her. “I see you’ve got quite a selection to pick from.”

Adria pouts, swatting playfully at the camera. “Nah, these don’t count. I need everyone to be ‘she ate and left no crumbs.’ What’re going for tonight? I need some inspo!”

You chuckle sympathetically, holding the phone aloft as you pivot to show her your fit for tonight laid out on your bed. “I’m going for less is more—my thrifted mini satin dress and racing black leather jacket with my military boots and white tube socks for a touch of sass.”

She gives you a strained smile as she takes in your outfit. “Ahh, you pull off that casual vibe effortlessly, babe.”

You flip the camera back to you, shrugging nonchalantly, “I’m casual and proud!”

Adria rolls her eyes with a teasing glint. “Okay, but what about makeup? You gotta glam it up… you know the LA sparkle! That’s how we do it in East Hollywood, at least!”

You scoff, shaking your head. “Nah, I’m feeling the au naturel look. You know I suck with makeup big time—I’d probably end up looking like Pennywise.”

Rather than rehashing your “Why makeup should be banned” manifesto, you choose to dig further into the evening’s plans. “So, who else’s joining us tonight, Ad?”

She rattles off a list of names, both female and male—some known, others unknown—and you nod along. “Gotcha. I’ll be ready by 10.”

“Perf. I’ll swing by to pick you up then. Buckle up for a wild night, biyyyatch!” she exclaims, wiggling her brows at you.

You let out a choked laugh as you observe her grimacing. “Alrighty, catch you soon!”

Once you hang up, you slip into your outfit and let your hair fall loose, fluffing it up for a bit of volume. No need for fancy blowouts tonight—you’re all about that breezy, air-dried look.

With a spritz of perfume and a final check in the mirror, you grab your essentials and head out into the dazzling city lights.

As you strut into the club with your gang, the uplifting beats hit you like a wave of energy. The nostalgic tunes of early 2000’s R&B thump in your chest, urging you to groove with every step. You all weave through the sea of nightclubbers, the party mode building up inside you like a pressure cooker ready to explode.

“Let’s hit the bar!” Tommy, one of the guys and Adria’s boyfriend, shouts over Missy Elliot. You all nod in agreement, eager to keep the high spirits flowing with some booze.

You slither through more partygoers who dance erratically, all while juggling their drinks. Some move smoothly to the rhythm, while others simply jiggle around out of tune.

Neon lights flash and strobe, casting an electric glow over the bartender as he polishes a row of whiskey glasses with cool confidence. A cheeky smile plays on his lips as you hop onto an empty stool before him.

“What can I get you started?” he roars over the music, his voice cutting through the din.

“Coronas all around,” you holler, matching his tone with equal fervour. You hand him a wad of cash chipped in by everyone.

“Coming right up.” With a flick of his wrist, he expertly pops the cap off the bottle, sliding them your way with a wink.

“Thanks,” you mouth, shooting him a grin before heading back to your friends with a tray.

You take a long, satisfying gulp, the crisp taste of beer quenching your thirst. With your beverage in hand, you pace to the dance floor, your friends in tow only metres away.

Your hips swing in harmony with the melody, and your feet glide effortlessly across the ground. Heads turn and whispers follow your path. Some even reach out, uttering unintelligible words, or brush against your shoulder as you pass by.

Ignoring the distractions, you grab Adria and Jasmine, dragging them into the heart of the dance floor while the rest of the group forms a circle around you. The music engulfs you, momentarily sweeping away the grim memories of your pre-relocation life.

With each song that blares through the speakers, your body twists and twirls with fluid grace, each move perfectly timed to the tempo of the music. In that moment, you feel more alive, more liberated than ever before.

As time trickles by, the music continues to pump and the lights swirl around you. You notice Joseph, the lone blond dude in the squad, inching closer and closer to you as the night stretches on. 

“Heyo, Y/N! How’s it going?” he greets you with a tap on the shoulder, his voice rumbling near your ear.

“Hey! All good now. How’s you?” you retort with a tight-lipped smile, bringing your Corona to your lips for another sip.

“Now that I’m chatting with you, much better!” he quips back, a hint of mischief in his tone. “How are you liking the States?”

Just as you’re about to respond, joyous screams erupt from Adria and a couple of other girls from your group, catching your attention. Before you can fully process what’s happening, Adria dashes toward you and jumps into your arms, nearly knocking you off balance.

“Girl! Are you on Molly or something? What’s going on?” you mock, smoothing out your dress on the cleavage before you start flashing whoever’s at close vicinity.

“Omg, you won’t believe it!” Adria squeaks, frantically clapping her hands.

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “Try me.”

“Ahh, my fangirling is through the roof right now! Evan Peters is here,” she cries out, bouncing up and down, squeezing your hand tightly.

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “Who?” 

“Evan Peters, Y/N! The hottie from American Horror Story… Kai Anderson, Cult? Kit Walker, Asylum? Seriously, don’t these ring any bells? Umm… Dahmer? Come on—you’ve watched that series!” she insists, her voice pitch rising as she tries to jog your memory.

A flicker of recognition crosses your face as your friend’s description sinks in. “Oh, right, Evan Peters,” you concede with a faint smile. “I remember now…And?”

Adria’s eyes widen, her mouth falling open in disbelief. “And?? He’s in the same space as us, breathing the same oxygen, Y/N!”

You shake your head, trying to inject a dose of reality into her Hollywood-induced haze. “Okay, but let’s be real here. He’s a mega star, so totally out of league. I mean, we’ve got about as much chance with him as a blue whale does with climbing Mount Everest,” you quip and fold your arms, narrowing your eyes at her. “And you’ve got a boyfriend, in case you forgot.”

Adria’s enthusiasm deflates slightly as she’s reminded of Tommy. “It’s not the same,” she protests sheepishly, fiddling with her bracelet. “You know how celebrity crushes work. How can I not crave Evan when he’s graced the world with his Tate Langdon role?” 

You can’t help but laugh at her delirium. “Ugh, Adria, it’s giving obsession and borderline restraining order from Peters if you keep this up. Let’s just focus on having a blast tonight and drop the celebrity fantasies, okay?���

A couple of hours melt away, and the energy of the dance floor begins to wane. Most of your friends retreat to a nearby table to freshen up. But not you. With two others by your side, you’re on a mission to keep the party alive, letting the music guide your body with a fierce determination.

Mid-twirl, though, your eyes snag on something unexpected—a figure lingering at the fringes of the dance floor, his attractive gaze burning into you like a laser beam, sending a bolt of lightning down your back. It takes a moment for you to register who it is, but when you do, your heart kicks into overdrive.

Evan Peters.

You try to play it cool, biting down on the inside of your cheek to stifle the grin that’s itching to break free. You try to pass it off as just a coincidence, a trick of the light or a delulu figment of your imagination, but when you steal another glance in his direction, you find his eyes still trained on you. This time around, he offers a timid smile.

Your throat feels like it’s swallowed a golf ball as you sense his eyes fixed on you. Desperate to shake off the sudden self-consciousness, you rummage through your tiny shoulder bag for your phone. Your fingers jitter as you feign interest in your screen, scrolling aimlessly through your main menu or typing out gibberish in your notes app.

But even as you try to stay composed, his stare weighs on you like a ton of bricks. Are you tripping? Feeling more awkward and exposed than ever (you don’t have Evan Peters laying eyes on you every day), you motion to your friends that you’re heading to the restroom. Anything to escape the spotlight, even if it’s only for a sec.

This time, you bulldoze through the crowd, head low, with the toilets being your last glimmer of hope for salvation. Or so you think. Just as you’re about to slip away, a warm, soft hand gently closes around your wrist, halting you in your tracks.

Every muscle in your body tenses as you slowly turn to confront the person obstructing your way. And there he is, Evan Peters in the flesh, standing before you with an enigmatic grin playing at the corners of his lips.

Your heart leaps into your throat when you face him, every nerve in your body suddenly on high alert. Your mind races a mile a minute—Is this real life? Did you manifest this? Is Evan Peters actually in front of you?

Fuck, Adria’s right. He’s hot as hell, you ruminate, feeling your breath clutching in your throat.

Before you can even gather your thoughts, he greets you with a seductive rasp. “Hey.” His eyes seal with yours in a way that makes your knees turn into jelly.

I just saw you and heard you in person, Evan! Scrap everything I said to Adria. Forget the restraining order. Just slap the handcuffs on me, and do whatever you want... Erhm, I mean, take me into custody cause staring at you should definitely be illegal.

You freeze, unable to tear your eyes away from his handsome dark brown (almost black) eyes and silky tousled curls. A feeble “Hi” is all you manage, your voice barely above a whisper as a nervous flutter stomps onto your stomach.

“Having a good time?” he checks in, his smile widening by the second.

“The asphyxiation I feel right now must be a sure sign that I’m enjoying myself, right?” you reply, fanning your hand in front of your face for dramatic effect.

His throaty laughter bubbles up from deep within him, the sound instantly cranking up your heartbeat. It’s genuine and infectious, like he’s letting down his guard and inviting you into his world, flashing those perfect teeth like they’re on a billboard.

“If you’re suffocating from excitement, then you must be doing something right. But don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye out on you. If you turn purple, I’ll dial 911,” he teases, gently lifting your chin with his index finger and giving you a full inspection with feigned seriousness. “Nope, we’re good. So far, all I see is beauty, no signs of death.”

You can feel your cheeks heating up with embarrassment, so you instinctively lower your head, hoping to hide your rose-tinted face. 

You battle to keep it together, but the fact that his hand hasn’t budged from your wrist since your eyes met screams, ‘fainting spell incoming.’ As if that’s enough, his thumb traces soft circles on your skin, sending goosebumps up your arm. “You make me cringe, do it again,” you joke, and you both share a laugh.

“Alright, let’s see what card I should pull next. Here it comes, drumroll—on behalf of everyone in here, I testify to your: ‘I got some serious moves and conquered the dance floor, but I need a breather now.’” he rambles and raises his free hand in mock ovation, his grin laced with mischief.

You chuckle, a surge of confidence brewing within you. “Well, it takes the greatest of them all to verify this. A lifetime of dancing lessons didn’t go down the drain, I guess. I appreciate your testament, sir, and the panel’s verdict,” you coo, bowing theatrically.

Once again, his laughter fills the space between you, warm and hearty.

After a few minutes of silence and a staring contest that makes it agonising for you to breathe, you finally utter, “I said this would be my night, and, apparently, I meant that,” discreetly eyeing him from head to toe, semi-drooling.

“Yeah? Any highlights of the night?” he inquires, his tone dripping with curiosity, and you can’t resist playing along after letting your thoughts slip out loud.

“Nothing yet. But I’m counting on your highlighter to illuminate my way,” you spill out, playfully tilting your head to the side. A sly grin spreads across your lips as you throw the bait, hoping he’ll keep up with your pun game.

His “strike” is immediate as he edges closer to you. “Believe it or not, I’ve got one on me that can change your night from the inside out,” he shoots back, his smile growing, clearly on the same innuendo-laden wavelength as you. You’re a match made in flirtatious banter heaven, true that.

“I need some inside work, that’s for sure. Glad you’re volunteering,” you reply, feeling a rush of heat flood through you at his words. Then, you quickly transition, turning his wrist stroking into a handshake as you introduce yourself.

He hums, gently taking your hand in his, his smile stretching wide enough to reveal his adorable dimples that only add to his charm. “Evan.”

“I know,” you admit, unable to contain your broad smile. “But just an FYI, I haven’t binged-read your fanfics or analysed our astrology charts to see if we’re soulmates. I’ve gone as far as watching Dahmer. Stellar performance, by the way,” you blurt out, still shaking his hand.

He rolls his lips into his mouth to suppress another giggle. “Okay, chill. No need to prove you’re not a psycho. Wanna grab a drink to cool off?”

“No need to ask,” you fire back with equal enthusiasm, both of you grinning like kids in a candy store. Without hesitation, you just follow his lead, diving headfirst into the moment with a reckless abandon, thinking, ‘I’m all in, no matter what crazy idea you’ve got up your sleeve, baby boy.’

He cups your hand in his, his palm firm and reassuring, as he guides you through the throngs of people toward a quieter bar setup located upstairs in the club. The touch makes your head spin, feeling the familiar sensation of heat pooling between your thighs, leaving your undies all moist. You’ve felt sparks like this before, but never quite so intensely, and certainly not so quickly with anyone else.

As you trail behind him, you can’t help but lightly graze the back of his hand, mapping the pathways of his veins with your fingertips. You love a baby face paired with strong arms—he’s exactly your kind of man.

“Maybe it’s better…” he begins once you reach the bar, but the music swells out of the blue, drowning out the remainder of his sentence.

You involuntarily scrunch up your nose and squint, struggling to concentrate and hear him over the blasting tunes. “Come again, sorry?”

Before you can react, he draws closer to you. His breath is warm and tickly against your ear, causing a tremor through your entire body. Not to mention his voice: husky and velvety, making your cunt pulsate for him already.

Damn, things are moving at lightning speed, and you’re struggling to keep pace.

As Evan gets nearer, you catch a subtle yet alluring whiff of cinnamon and cologne. But, actually, it’s the natural scent exuding from his body that has a chokehold over you. Those pheromones he unleashes are like full-blown intoxication, making you lightheaded, your pulse thudding.

You lean in to mimic his gesture and whisper to his ear, but you’re pleasantly surprised when he gently clasps your hand, signalling for you to hold on. As he removes his earplugs, he explains, “Sorry I’ve got very sensitive ears.”

You chuckle, a wicked spark in your eye as you lift a tuft of hair to reveal your own ear protectors. “Great minds think alike,” you cheer.

“No, you didn’t,” he exclaims, eyes widened as you burst out laughing in sync.

As your laughter subsides, Evan’s expression shifts. His eyes bore into yours with a smouldering intensity as if he’s on the verge of revealing a long-held secret or daring to make a move.

But before you can form coherent thoughts or pluck up the courage to speak, Evan blinks fast, breaking the spell. “Shall we get those drinks at last? What’d you like?”

You clear your throat, trying to snap out of your nasty thoughts with Evan being the main character. “I’m down for another Corona, thanks.”

He flashes a quick two-finger salute to the bartender before turning back to you, his lips curving up in a cute, crooked smile. “So, who are you here with tonight?”

“Just some friends,” you confess, your voice trailing off as he raises his bottle to clink it against yours in a toast. His eyes remain glued on yours as he takes a sip, his defined jawline and slender neck at full display begging for your kisses. The intensity of his gaze makes your legs all wobbly. “A-and yourself?” you stammer, breaking eye contact to nervously trace a circular pattern on the rim of the bottle glass with your fingers.

“Same, I came to visit friends during my break. I’m flying back to Vancouver in ten days to carry on filming Tron.”

Your grip tightens around the cool glass of your drink as Evan drops the bombshell. You feel the liquid catch in your throat as you choke, a sudden surge of panic hitting your chest. You cough, the sound harsh and uncontrolled, your body reacting instinctively to the news.

“Canada?” you manage to croak out between coughs, your voice hoarse. You struggle to swallow past the lump, your throat raw and constricted. Your chest heaves as you fight to regain control.

“Y/N, are you okay?” he asks with a sense of urgency, his forehead creased with deep lines of worry. Leaning in, his eyes search yours for any sign of distress. His hand reaches out to steady you, giving you comforting back rubs.

You nod weakly, your eyes watering from the effort of suppressing another coughing fit.

“Let me fetch some water for you,” he offers, his voice soft and soothing. He sprints to the bar, returning seconds later with a glass of water and a concerned frown etched on his forehead.

“Thanks,” you mumble, accepting the glass with a trembling hand, keeping the bottle of beer in your other hand. The cool water soothes your parched throat, and you feel a sense of relief wash over you as Evan tenderly ruffles your hair and massages your scalp to calm you down. Hint: his hands on you work wonders.

“I’m okay,” you assure him, looking up to meet his gaze again, your heart hammering. Everything else fades away, leaving only the reassuring presence of Evan before you.

You can practically sense the sexual tension between you. His stare flickers between your lips and eyes, his own mouth slightly parted. It’s like a silent invitation that hangs between you like a charged wire ready to ignite, daring you to take a plunge and smother his face with kisses. And then suck his dick so hard that his stomach caves in like a Caprisun.

It doesn’t matter that you’ve just met; he has you at hello and you’d spread your legs for this man without a second thought…

You gulp as you realise he’s almost inches away from you. You shudder when his fresh breath—an irresistible blend of mint and alcohol—wafts into my mouth, blowing stray strands of hair off your face. “You’re leaving in ten days?” you sigh, puckering your lips and giving him a puppy-eyed look.

“Yes, but I’m still here,” he whispers, his eyes fixed on your lips as he leans into your stool. With a single knee, he slowly splits your legs and slides in between them.

“You’re here now. Wanna be at my place next?” you suggest, and he stares back at your eyes with a crooked smirk, his lips curled mischievously.

Without warning, his lips brushed against yours, throwing your arousal off the chart. The torturously slow pace that his lips slide along yours makes your sex leap, pop, and drip. Soft moans escape your bodies as he grabs your ass to pull you in, squeezing it along the way as his chest cushions firmly against your breasts.

He smiles against your lips as you tangle your fingers in his hair and part your mouth, giving him the green light to roughen the kiss. His hard rock boner already presses against your wet centre when his tongue invades your mouth with primitive force, swirling and twirling with yours in a passionate dance.

“How long to get to yours?” he grunts out of breath, wincing from the uncomfortable angle his stiff cock has now taken in his trousers.

“It’s roughly a ten-minute ride, give or take,” you pant, adjusting the hem of your dress.

“Off we go.”

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• 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 (𝙀𝙓𝙋𝙇𝙄𝘾𝙄𝙏)

• 𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙙 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 (𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙔 𝙀𝙓𝙋𝙇𝙄𝘾𝙄𝙏)

• 𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙙 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙏𝙒𝙊 (𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙔 𝙀𝙓𝙋𝙇𝙄𝘾𝙄𝙏)

• 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 (𝙀𝙓𝙋𝙇𝙄𝘾𝙄𝙏)

𝙠𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧:

• 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣 (𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩)

• 𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 (𝙀𝙓𝙋𝙇𝙄𝘾𝙄𝙏)

• 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 (𝙀𝙓𝙋𝙇𝙄𝘾𝙄𝙏)

𝙠𝙮𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧:

• 𝙥𝙤𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 (𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩)

𝙟𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙚

𝙟𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝:

• 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 (𝙀𝙓𝙋𝙇𝙄𝘾𝙄𝙏)

𝙧𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙣: 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙚

𝙠𝙖𝙞 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣: 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙚

𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢 𝙜𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙩: 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙚

𝙟𝙚𝙛𝙛 𝙥𝙛𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧: 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙚

𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙨: 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙚

𝙢𝙖𝙭 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣: 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙚

𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙧/𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙭𝙞𝙢𝙤𝙛𝙛: 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙚

𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮: 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙚

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙠𝙖: 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙚

𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙨: 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙚

𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙣 𝙯𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙡: 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙚

𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙭(𝙖𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙): 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙚

𝙡𝙪𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙧: 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙚

𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨:

𝐄𝐔𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐂|𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒(𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃)

𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨:

• 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒|𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐒(𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄:𝐍𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒)

• ��𝐔𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐂|𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒(𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃)

• 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒|𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐍 (𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃)

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𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 ���𝙝𝙚𝙢:

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𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!

[kai-anderson-whore]

You get me so high (smut) (Warren lipka x fem reader)

Summary: you and Warren have been best friends since forever and at one frat party it becomes more

Warnings: smut, oral (m & f receiving) p in v sex, and getting high

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You hated frat parties with a passion it wasn't the loud music or the alcohol and drug use that people did you dabbled in it too it's the people especially the frat boys, only reason why you were here is because your best friend Warren lipka begged you to go with him since Spencer was studying for an exam the next morning.

"Wanna get high?" He asked pointing to the door leaving us to the backgarden of the frat house, "please can we" you giggled following Warren outside, he pulled out a joint from his pocket lighting the end taking a drag before passing it to you.

Taking a drag feeling the weed hit you a little, your eyes staring ahead watching some frat boys doing dumb shit, "god I hate frat boys" you said passing the spliff back to Warren, "I thought you were into them" he joked nudging your shoulder, you grimced at the thought of you being with a frat boy.

"God no Warren they're worst than children in kindergarden" you said the look of disgust wavering your face, "I'm only joking we all know your into stoners" he teased making you blush, you were into one stoner in particular the one beside you.

"Shut up you" you chuckled now nudging his arm, the friendship you and Warren had was complicated he is your best friend, and when you got a bit too drunk or too high you would hook up, he was the first and only person you slept with he even was your first kiss back in high school.

Now a little bit high from the spliff you and Warren went back inside for a drink, "here" he smiled handing you the red solo cup you thanked him taking a sip, his eyes on you as you drank the liquid.

"What" you asked in a nervous chuckle Warren shook his head "nothing" you rolled your eyes as he shrugged you off, after a few more drink you were tipsy as well as high you and Warren danced at first goofy but then you started to grind against him.

His hands on your hips as you swayed your body with his, not caring who saw, Warren's hot breath againt your neck sending you in world of your own, "wanna go somewhere more private?" He asked you nodded as he took your hand guiding you throw the crowds of body's.

It took about three rooms to find one empty hurrying inside locking the door behind you, only to be pinned tight against the cold wood, making you gasp.

Warren's lips attacking yours hungrily one hand on your waist the other pressed againt the door, "you look so fkn hot tonight" he groaned as you palmed him through his jeans.

He took you to the bed pushing you down on it, you letting out a giggle at his eagerness, "I'm going to fuck you so good" he hummed peeling his polo shirt off, you sat up assisting him on unbuckling his belt, letting his cock spring free, you hand giving him a few tugs.

Warren gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail as you licked along his shaft, giving kitten licks to the tip, Warren let out a moan as you took him with your mouth, bobbing your head along his length, hollowing your feels, taking all of him.

"Fuck y/n you suck my cock so good" he groaned his hips bucking up making him go deeper in your mouth, you looked up at him the sighed almost making you cum then and there, his face scrunched up with the pleasure you were giving him.

You felt his cock twitching inside your mouth taking him deeper in your mouth essentially deepthroating him, silvers of drool running down your lips coating his cock, "fuck" Warren hissed as he came in your mouth milking out every drop before pulling away.

"Swallow it" he ordered his hand under your chin wiping away the drool mix with his release on your chin, you swallowed the saltiness driving Warren wild, he peeled off your flowy navy dress from your figure leaving you in your matching navy lace underwear.

His fingers dipping into the hem of your panties tugging the fabric off your legs and on to the floor, you sat up discarding your bra on the floor leaving you both completely bare, Warren's lips traveling from your lips, to your neck, your chest, placing wet kisses on the skin of your thighs.

Sucking on your clit his tongue kitten licked your sweet bundle of nerves holding your legs so they couldn't close, your soft sighs, moans and whimpers was all that could be heard "fuck warren" you gasped as he inserted a finger in your velvet walls pumping them in and out.

"Fuck just like that I'm close" you moaned feeling him hit that spot making see stars, Warren sped up the pace of his fingers not missing a best with his tongue sending you over the edge, "fuck fuck fuck" you almost screamed as your release coated Warren's fingers and tongue.

He licked up every drop of your arousal moaning at how you tasted, "so good" he hummed sucking the last of your juices on his fingers, "fuck Warren that was-" You couldn't help but giggle at what happened something you always did.

"I'm not finished" he said crawling up the bed so he was face to face with you, your lips connecting, you could taste yourself on his tongue, you moaned feeling Warren bottom out inside you, still savouring your kiss he started moving slowly against your silk pulsing walls.

"Your so tight baby" he groaned thrusting into you, your nails running through his dark hair tugging on the locks making him thrust faster and harder, "fuck" you moaned as his cock brushed that spot guaranteed to send you over the edge.

"Like that don't stop" you managed to say Warren wrapped your leg around his waist making him go deeper inside you, "I'm close" you sighed your body jolted in rhythm of Warren's thrusts.

"Me too cum with me" he grunted his thrust sped up until they became sloppy tipping you over the edge releasing over his cock "I love you" he moaned as he came with you.

You didn't say anything to out of it from your orgasm to replay to what he said, Warren collapsed ontop of you panting, 'did he just say he loves me it's definitely in a best friend way- but you don't exactly fuck your best friend' you thought collecting yourself.

"You okay?" He asked noticing you were miles away concern over his face, "Yeah I'm fine just what did you say there?" You asked wanting clarification of what he said, "I love you- its nothing something in the moment I know you don't feel the same-" he rambled wirh his head looking the wall not making eye contact with you before you cut him off.

"I do" you said looking into his eyes Warren's eyes now on you, "you do?" Now he was the one needing clarification, "yes Warren I don't get why you think I don't become I do, I've known you my whole life fuck you even took my virginity" you giggled Warren let a smile play on his lips, cupping your cheek kissing your lips.

"Be my girlfriend" he asked his hand still on your cheek his thumb grazing over your cheekbone, you couldn't help but blush and smile "yes Warren I'll be your girlfriend"

"I love you y/n y/l/n" he smiled

"I love you too Warren lipka"

"Finally got your stoner boyfriend now" he joked nudging your shoulder, "shut up" you laughed getting up from the bed.

"OPEN THE DOOR" someone shouted making you and Warren laugh putting your clothes back on and go back to partying