#warren lipka x reader

[fear-is-truth]

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⋆˚｡⋆ 𝑻𝑾𝑶 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑾 ౨ৎ

── 𝑲𝑨𝑰 𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵 × fem! reader × 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑹𝑬𝑵 𝑳𝑰𝑷𝑲𝑨

WARNINGS: nsfw．mdni ．“y/n” used twice ． swearing ．slight dub con． oral (m receiving)．threesome．unprotected p in v．mild degradation． not proofread．english is not my first language

WORD COUNT: 2k

SUMMARY: you accompany your boyfriend to one of his “business trips”.

꒰ A/N— ok so i know the request said “euphoria inspired house party” but i don’t wanna get in big trouble with my mum for watching that show. so i winged it, sorry ꒱

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“Can we go home already?”

You grumbled, your voice barely heard over the noise that filled the crowed room. The party was in full swing, the din of laughter and conversation exacerbating your nascent headache. The room was awash in a kaleidoscope of colours— red, blue, and green lights danced overhead, casting lurid shadows that flickered and swayed with the rhythm of obnoxious pop music.

“We literally just got here. Besides, I've got to meet a client. Business stuff, you know?”

Kai replied, not looking up from his phone. He was scrolling through his text messages.

“Business”, as in forging prescriptions with Vin’s doctor’s pad, you thought disdainfully but didn’t say anything. Instead, you nodded reluctantly, a pout settling on your lips.

“Fine, but make it quick. I'll be in the kitchen, waiting. I don’t get why you always drag me to these places.”

“Yeah sure. Let's play a game then,”

Kai suggested distractedly, gesturing towards a random guy in the living room smoking a joint.

“See that guy over there? The one with the ugly-ass Hawaiian shirt? First one to give him a boner wins. I’ll even give you a head start,”

“You’re not serious, are you?” you stammered incredulously. But Kai was already moving his way into the crowd.

“Tick tock, time’s a-ticking, princess,”

With that, your boyfriend disappeared into the crowd. He was serious. With a sigh, you weaved your way through the throng of partygoers towards the living room. The whole thing was fucking stupid. Snagging two red party cups from a passing guy, you sauntered over to the designated “target.”

Kai was right about one thing—the shirt was truly hideous. But the person wearing it? Not so much. Sporting brunette curls, the guy looked attractive in a rugged way; bit of stubble on his cheek, nice jawline and dark eyes. He was lounged on the couch, eyes distant and unfocused as he took a drag from his joint. He also looked a bit stoned, which you figured would make the whole operation easier.

“Hi,” you greeted him with a faux coy smile, offering him a cup as you approached. He looked at your hand with raised eyebrows, then returned your smile with a flirty one of his own as he accepted the cup.

“Hey, beautiful. What’s your name?”

“Doesn’t matter,” you replied sweetly, flouncing onto the couch next to him.

“Well, nice to meet you, 'doesn’t matter'. I'm Warren. Warren Lipka,”

“Y/n,” you smiled. He smiled back.

“You're pretty hot, Y/n. You must know that right?” He observed plainly before taking a sip from his cup. As his gaze continued to linger on you, a nervous flutter stirred in your stomach. Kai hadn’t shown up yet, and your gut instinct told you this was way too easy; there had to be a catch. Besides, using this innocent guy as a pawn in a game didn't sit right with you. You decided it was best to explain everything and apologise in private. Fuck Kai and that stupid, asinine game of his.

“Hey, you mind if we go somewhere a bit more private? I have to tell you something.” you asked quietly, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” he replied smoothly, rising from the couch and extending his hand to you. You took it, feeling a knot of nerves in your stomach as you led the way through the crowded living room and towards the stairs. The stairs were littered with couples, some immersed in deep conversation while others were engaged in full spider-embrace. You stepped carefully, avoiding stepping on any hands or feet.

Eventually, you both reached the top of the stairs, where the hallway stretched out before you. As you ventured further down the hallway, you passed by several closed doors, the faint, muffled sounds of moaning spilling out from behind them. You looked at Warren, silently agreeing to skip those rooms.

Finally, at the end of the hallway, you spotted a door that was slightly ajar. Warren pushed the door open gingerly, revealing a (thankfully) empty bedroom. You shut the door behind you, not bothering to lock it; after all, you had no intention of doing anything except talking.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, you began, “Look, Warren, I—” before you could finish, his lips crashed into yours. The taste of Southern Comfort and nicotine lingered on his lips, a heady combination that momentarily clouded your senses. But as you began to respond to the kiss, you quickly came to your senses and shoved him away.

“Warren! What the fuck—” you hissed, but he just grinned devilishly and leaned in to kiss you again. The moment his lips met yours once more, the door swung open, and Kai stood in the doorway, his face an inscrutable mask.

“Well, well, well. Look what we have here. My girlfriend enjoying herself. Who would’ve thought,” he remarked dryly, leaning against the doorframe before he approached the bed. Warren stood up abruptly, his body language tense and frigid as Kai stopped in front of him. The two were practically nose-to-nose. Then, quick and unexpected as a viper, Kai's hand shot out and seized Warren's neck, pulling him into an aggressive kiss, all tongues and teeth and moans. You had to admit, the whole scene looked pretty hot.

“Ha! Guess we have a winner!” Your boyfriend crowed in triumph as he broke the kiss, a shit-eating grin all over his face as he nodded downward at Warren’s crotch. You followed Kai’s gaze and sure enough, the guy was practically splitting at the seams.

“Dude, no fucking way. I’m not gay, I’m not gonna f-” Warren spluttered, his face flushing a deep red.

“Who said anything about us fucking? Did you forget about someone?” Kai said slyly, turning his attention back to you.

“Lie down. With your head at the foot of the bed.” He instructed. Seeing the shocked expression on your face, he added;

“I won the game. Be a good sport and fucking do what I say.” Resigned, you lay down on your back, your head lolling back over the edge.

“Go ahead Warren. Have a go with her,”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that you get the privilege of fucking my girl. One time offer, man. Go on, I know you want it,”

“She’s cool with that?”

“Of course she is. It’s part of our deal. Just one thing– That pussy is sacred territory. You can have her mouth though, she’s good trust me.”

Kai answered smoothly. Warren ignored him and looked down at you, his Adam’s apple bobbed once before he asked,

“You okay with this?” You nodded weakly, and that seemed good enough an answer for him.

Through an upside-down point of view, you watched as Warren fumbled open his jeans and allowed his boxers– which were already stained with a small wet spot to pool at his feet. He took your chin in his hand, eagerly nudging your lips with his thumb.

“C’mon, show Warren what a good little cocksucker you are,” Kai’s voice floated from somewhere above you. You complied immediately, your mouth opening and your lips closing around his shaft as you took him in to the best of your ability. The sweet-salty taste of his pre-cum made your mouth water.

“That’s it… just a little more m’kay?… I know you can take more.” With Warren’s cock getting harder and swelling further inside of your mouth, you couldn’t respond except for hollowing out your cheeks and sucking him.

“Fuck… you’re being so good for me babygirl…”

he groaned, moving in deeper when he felt your jaw relax. Then he filled your mouth to its full capacity, your lips touching the base of his cock and his balls tickling your nose. Warren began rocking his hips, throwing his head back and exhaling sharply. Kai clicked his tongue in disapproval, though you could tell by the strain in his voice that he was definitely turned on.

“Oh my God, you're such a greedy whore. One cock isn’t enough for you? How about two?”

You felt the mattress dip as he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between your spread legs. His hands roamed over your waist, two fingers hooking into the sides of your panties. You lifted your hips slightly, making his job easier. When Kai successfully removed the garment, he placed both palms on each of your knees and pushed your legs even wider apart.

One large hand tightened around your hipbone, the other guiding his cock to probe at your soaked entrance. You whined at the stretch, fingers gripping the bedsheets as he sheathed himself fully inside.

“Holy shit, she feels so good-”

Warren groaned, his tip nudging the back of your throat. It took everything from you to not gag around him.

“I know, right? Women can multitask so she can focus on sucking your dick while I fuck that sweet pussy.”

Kai leaned forward and pushed up your bra cups along with your sweater, playing with the soft flesh. A pornstar-worthy moan escaped your lips as he began grinding his pelvis into yours, causing you to clench tightly around him.

“See these titties, Warren? Now tell me they aren’t something, hm?”

Another hand, rougher and more calloused than Kai’s, brushed against the curvature of your left breast, rolling the already-erect nipple between his fingers. The sensation was almost too much, prompting you to arch your back and whine. Kai was pounding into you fast and hard, while Warren was giving you a slower, more leisurely pace, cradling the base of your skull to help you take him in better.

And when you all began to move in sync with one another, all was lost. The sounds grunts and moans reverberated off the walls; not all of them coming from you. Even as you clenched around them, squeezing hard, they didn't so much as pause.

There was only one way of describing the feeling of having two of your holes filled all at once—it felt fucking phenomenal.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna cum-”

Warren yelped from above you. Within seconds, you felt the sensation of his hot load filling your mouth in thick spurts before he staggered backwards, panting heavily. Kai wasn’t far behind, grunting as he chased his own release. He could tell that you were also close, the way you clawed blindly at his shoulders and how your pussy constricted tightly around him. Kai bucked his hips, squelching inside you as he grabbed your chin and stared down at you.

“You enjoyed being fucked like a whore, didn’t you? One thing you should know, is that you’re mine. I’ll fuck you over and over until you spread your legs when you see me— ah, fuck-” he was cut off by a grunt before continuing,

“Now. Tell me. Who do you belong to?”

“Nughh… Y-you, Kai! I belong to you!”

“Good girl,” Kai leaned down and crushed his lips against yours, clearly not caring what had occupied your mouth only seconds ago. He kept your lips locked until the lack of oxygen finally made him pull away, a thin, glistening string of saliva still connecting the two of you.

“Take it all, you fucking slut.”

Your whole body trembled when he drove inside you with one final, brutal thrust, his cock pressing right up against your cervix. You both came at the same time, a string of incoherent words and curses leaving his lips as you felt thick ropes of cum painting your walls.

He thrust into you for a few more times for good measure, grinding his release as deep as possible. When the residual spasms finally waned, he pulled out, your combined release dribbling out between your thighs.

The bedroom was silent, save for the sound of heavy breathing and soft, occasional gasps of air as the three of you struggled to catch your breaths. After a moment, Kai broke the silence.

“Now, let’s change positions.”

REQUESTED . thank you for the request, anon! ♡ ༝༚༝༚

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Behind the Crime

Warren Lipka x f!reader

warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, oral male receiving, dominate warren, underage drinking, underage smoking, use of marijuana, rough sex, hint of choking, talk of robbery, um yeah i think that’s it

summary: from the moment you were brought into the heist, you knew working with warren was going to be hard…

word count: 3.4k

a/n: sorry for not posting guys i have not been on the grind lately. i watched this movie and omfg evan was so attractive i just needed to write. if you’re the real warren lipka just scroll this is about evan…

~~~

You sit back in your chair, the crew members adjusting your mic. You’re starting to regret doing this interview, but it’s too late to back out now. Everything’s already set up, the camera is about to be rolling. The interviewer is sitting a few feet away from you, notes in his hand. He waits for you to give him the signal that you’re ready. You nod, he begins.

“So, y/n, how did you become involved with the group?” He asks.

“I was first approached by Spencer when I was eating lunch outside one day...”

~~~

You were sitting alone, the cool fall breeze almost too cold to be comforting. You didn’t pay much mind to it though, you were more focussed on your studying. You were flipping through the pages of another history article when suddenly there was a presence beside you. Looking up at them as soon as you noticed, you recognized the boy as someone from your class.

“Can I help you?” You asked, your tone polite.

He looked nervous as if he were about to ask you out. “Hi, uh, I don’t know if you remember my name, I’m Spencer we have Art History together.”

“Oh, yeah, I’ve seen you,” you replied. “Do you need help with the homework or something?”

“No, I actually wanted to talk to you about something else, if you’re not busy or anything,” he said, his voice quiet.

You look away for a second before replying. “Sure, sit down if you want I’m not busy.”

He smiled at you before quickly sitting at the spot across from you. He put his bag on the table, you could see him take a deep breath. Was he really going to ask you out? You thought he was cute, but definitely not your type. You started to pray he wouldn’t say anything along those lines.

“I started to ask around a week or two ago about people who are good with computers and stuff, a lot of people told me you were the best person to go to,” he started. He lacked confidence in his voice, you felt bad for the poor guy but paid close attention to his words. “I need some... help with cameras.”

“What kind of cameras?” You asked, intrigued.

What he was saying was true, you were decently good with computers. You mostly would hack into places and disable things you didn’t like, like the cameras on the public library computers. It wasn’t anything illegal, at least you didn’t think it was illegal. It probably was, but you didn’t care.

“Just you know cameras in... semipublic places...”

You raised an eyebrow. “Like what kind though? Phone, laptop, desktop, security?”

“Security,” he answered quietly. “But before you say no listen, how does a couple hundred thousand dollars' worth of payment sound?

“What?”

“I won’t tell you the details till I know you’re on board but let's just say something is going down and we need help with the cameras. The pay would be huge and all you’d have to do is just mess with some cameras for like twenty minutes.”

You only stared at him; your mouth slightly hung open. Was he being serious? Was he really asking you to join him in a potential robbery that would pay hundreds of thousands of dollars? You never would’ve expected to be asked such a question on a cloudy Thursday at lunch. You shut your book completely and look around to make sure nobody is close.

“This money, it’s guaranteed?”

He nods. “As long as we get the job done, you’ll have it.”

You knew it was crazy, you knew whatever was going to happen would either result in you going to prison or having to run off into hiding. But the thought of being able to pay all your student loans off and have extra money to live off of was more appealing. Hacking into cameras wasn’t that hard, and it wasn’t going to hurt anyone. Unless it was.

“If you’re trying to get me to make sure a murder or rape isn’t on camera I’ll snitch,” you warned him.

“Oh no, nothing like that is happening at all. It’s just you know a robbery,” he replied, his expression genuine.

You nodded your head, convinced whatever he was asking couldn’t be that bad. “Okay, yeah, I’ll do it.”

~~~

“What was your first impression of the guys?

You smile. “They were really cool, funny, just overall really fun people to hang out with.”

“Do you remember the first time you met all of them?”

“Of course, like it was yesterday...”

~~~

The house you sat in front of didn’t look like a typical criminal's house. It looked like an average American’s family house actually. You were parked out on the road outside the house Spencer told you to go to, you were meeting the rest of the people involved with the robbery. It had been about ten minutes of you sitting out there debating whether or not to go in before you got a text from Spencer asking where you were. You sighed, praying to God this decision was the right one before getting out of your car.

You knocked on the front door with a shaky fist. You started to regret your decision, you thought about turning around and leaving, but the door was opened before you could act on it. An older woman stood in front of you, she looked to be in her 50s.

“Oh, you’re very pretty,” she said, making your cheeks turn red. “You’re here to see Warren, right?”

You had no idea who Warren was, but you nodded. The lady's smile grew, and she opened the door for you and ushered you inside. She directed you to the basement entrance, asking you a million questions you had no answers to. After those few but excruciating painful minutes though, you walked down the basement stairs and finally caught sight of Spencer.

There were three other guys in the room and all of their eyes were on you. Two, along with Spencer, were sitting on a couch. One of them was skinny with glasses, the other muscular with no glasses. They didn’t grasp your attention though. The last guy who was standing did. He had long dark curly hair, and eyes to match. His eyes met yours before you watched them slowly move up and down your body. You didn’t know how to react.

“Guys, this is y/n,” Spencer said, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Hello, I’m Eric,” the guy with glasses introduced himself.

“Chas,” the muscular guy spoke, not paying much attention to you. “Are you sure this was a good idea, Spence? How much do we really know about this chick? No offense.”

“Shut up, we agreed,” Spencer hissed. He waved you over and you complied, walking to the couch and sitting on the end beside him.

The standing guy took a step forward and held out his hand to you. You looked up at him before accepting his handshake. His hand was rough, you liked the feeling of it in yours. “I’m Warren and you are our cameraman or woman I guess.”

You laughed. “I guess.”

“How much has Spencer told you?” Warren asked after letting go of your hand and stepping back. It was then you noticed the maps on the wall with drawings all over them, the layout looked familiar.

“Just that I need to hack some cameras and that it’ll pay me a lot,” you answered. “I don’t even know what you guys are stealing.”

“Well y/n, I’m sure you’ve been to your own school's library right?”

You nodded.

“Have you ever taken a tour of the library’s rare book collection?”

You nodded again.

Warren smirked. “Then you know exactly what we’re stealing.”

Your face fell and you immediately looked at Spencer and the rest of the guys. “Are you serious? You guys want to steal historic books?”

“I told you this was a bad idea,” Chas mumbled from his chair.

“Shut up Chas,” Warren quickly snapped. He looked back at you, his dark eyes engulfing yours completely. “We’ve been planning this out for months, and you are the last piece to our puzzle y/n. Think about how much you’ll be earning.”

You didn’t say anything. Maybe it was a bad idea.

~~~

“Chas eventually stopped being cold to me, I actually think in the end he became my closest friend in the group,” you say, finishing your story.

The interviewer gives you a look. “Well, besides Warren right?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you reply, a confused look on your face.

“I have to ask if the stories are true, you know about you and him. The other guys say something changed between the two of you after a party you all attended. I mean, didn’t the police even question if your involvement had a deeper meaning than simply the money?”

You shake your head, giving your best performance. “Me and Warren were only ever best friends, there was never a deeper meaning behind anything.”

~~~

Music was pumping through your body, from the tips of your toes to the top of your head you could feel it. It had been a few weeks since you met the guys, and they all wanted to do something fun before the heist. So, a frat party was naturally the easiest option. That’s where you were now, already two shots and half a joint in. You didn’t know where Spencer, Nick, and Warren were, but Chas was dancing with you.

Though the two of you got off on the wrong foot, you and Chas quickly learned how well you get along. He was a good friend, all of the guys were. You liked how easily they could make you laugh and brighten your mood. They were all good people who you enjoyed being around.

Warren was the only one that you felt different for. You didn’t know why, but from the first day you met you knew your feelings for him would be different than the other three. The way he looked at you alone was completely different than the others. There was always something darker in his eyes, something you knew wasn’t supposed to be there for simply a friend. Every time the two of you looked at each other, your stomach filled with butterflies. You wanted it too. But in those first few weeks, nothing had happened. No matter how much either of you wanted it.

After some minutes of you and Chas dancing, Warren and Spencer appeared. They asked if the two of you wanted to go out and smoke, you both agreed and followed them outside the back. Not too many people were in the backyard, but there were enough for there to be a bonfire going. The four of you found an empty spot near the fire and sat down. Warren took out a joint and lit it before passing it around.

“Where’s Nick?” You asked after taking a hit.

Spencer shrugged. “Probably with the weird kids doing weird stuff.”

“He’s not that weird,” Chas replied. “He’s just awkward.”

You watched as Warren took another long hit of the joint. Because of the weed and alcohol, you found yourself even more attracted to him than when you were sober. You wanted so desperately to run your fingers through his hair, you wanted to hear his voice as you touched him. He suddenly met your gaze, his lips curled up into a mesmerizing smile. You wanted to kiss him. It was too much for you to handle.

You swallowed and stood up, brushing the dirt off your shorts. “I need to um use the bathroom.”

You didn’t wait for any of their replies. Instead, you rushed back into the house straight to the kitchen. You poured yourself a shot, downing it before giving it a second thought. You needed these feelings to go away. How were you supposed to work with Warren if you couldn’t even look at him without thinking about having sex with him? It made you feel awful. A hookup couldn’t be the reason the robbery went bad, you refused to let that happen.

After another shot, you started to forget about your feelings. In fact, you started to forget about Warren completely. All you felt was the burning sensation of the alcohol in your stomach and chest, it felt good. You stumbled out of the kitchen and into the hallway, grabbing the railings of the staircase for support. Suddenly, you felt a presence next to you, their hand on your back.

“Y/N, are you good?” It was Warren.

You turned your head and looked at him, God how could he look even better? “No- I’m not okay.”

“You’re wasted, you need some water,” he said. He moved his hand around your waist and pulled you up straight. You felt like you were on fire. “Come on, back to the kitchen.”

“Why are you here? I just- I just wanna forget about you,” you mumbled.

He started helping you walk back to the kitchen. “What? Why would you want to forget about me?”

“Because... I want you but I can’t have you. I thought you- felt the same that’s why it’s been so hard to resist,” you spoke, stumbling over your words. “I can’t look at you without thinking about you fucking me.”

Even in your drunken state, you could still see the cockiness on Warren’s face. He lifted you up onto the kitchen counter effortlessly before turning and getting you a cup of water. You leaned your head back against one of the cabinets, your head was spinning. You couldn’t think straight.

“Drink,” Warren’s voice filled your ears.

You lifted your head and grabbed the solo cup from his hand, downing the water faster than ever. When you finished, you threw the cup to the floor, your eyes meeting Warren’s once again. He was standing close enough that if you reached, you could touch him.

Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, or perhaps it was because of how long you’d felt the tension between you two, that gave you the courage to gently place your hand on the top of his head. His hair was soft, just like you’d expected it to be. You smiled and played with his curls. He didn’t object, you were glad. You needed this.

“Do you want me?” You asked, your voice barely audible against the loud music.

“What do you think?”

You shrugged. “I thought so, but I could always be wrong.”

“Maybe I should make it clearer,” he said. He grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand off his head before stepping closer to you. “If this house wasn’t crowded, I’d fuck you right here, right now.”

Your heart was racing, your cheeks bright red. You couldn’t believe this was happening. Warren was still holding your wrist, it sent electric shocks throughout your body. His eyes began to shift from your eyes to your lips and so on. You swallowed; a lump had formed in your throat.

“There’s probably an empty room somewhere,” you mentioned. “You could take me to one of them and show me you mean what you say.”

Warren raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know, you’re pretty drunk.”

“I’m not- I swear. I consent, I’ll remember all of this in the morning,” you replied quickly.

“All right.”

Before you could say anything else, Warren scooped you into his arms and began to carry you through the house. You didn’t know whether to pretend you were drunk so it wouldn’t look suspicious or stay awake to also not make it look suspicious. You chose to stay awake and within minutes you and Warren were alone in a bedroom, your lips connected.

The kiss was fast and rough, everything you expected from him. His arms were wrapped around your waist, he towered over you. You wasted no time, immediately kicking off your shoes and pushing Warren back until he fell onto the bed. He pulled you on top of him, guiding your hips in slow motions over his clothed erection. You felt like you were on fire, you needed more.

You broke this kiss and leaned back so you were straddling him. You pulled off your shirt and bra, Warren followed your actions. Once your eyes fell upon his toned abdomen, you audibly moaned. You quickly leaned down again and kissed his chest, beginning a trail down his body. Each breath that left his mouth made your pussy drip even more. And when you reached his navel, his breaths turned into soft whispers.

“Keep going.”

“Please.”

“I’ll do anything.”

When you no longer had any skin left to kiss you looked back up at him, his eyes were already on you. He got your signal and instantly pulled his shorts and boxers off, leaving him completely naked. You weren’t surprised at his size; you had a feeling he’d be big. You started off by slowly stroking him with your hand, the expressions on his face already enough to make you cum.

After a minute or so of that, you bent down and pressed a small kiss to his tip. You loved the way his leg twitched. It made you proud. So, you took him into your mouth. He gasped, one of his hands finding its way to the back of your head. He didn’t push you; he only twirled your hair back into a ponytail-like style and gripped it tight. You moved your head up and down, taking as much of him in your mouth as you could. You were never a fan of giving head to guys, but with Warren, it was a different story.

Not much time passed before Warren pushed you gently, telling you he wasn’t going to last much longer. You didn’t care, you wanted him to finish in your mouth. But he told you he wanted to have sex, so you stopped. You peeled off your shorts and underwear before you climbed back onto him. His naked body against yours felt unreal, you were almost convinced this was all part of your drunken imagination.

However, when Warren pulled your head down and began to kiss your lips again, you knew it had to be real. His hands gripped your ass, kneading and playing with your skin. You positioned his tip at your entrance, you were so wet you didn’t need any lube. You broke the kiss and looked into his eyes, you wanted to know it was okay. He gave you a nod and so you began to push yourself down on him.

He filled you well, just the perfect amount. You had thrown your head back, a moan escaping your lips. You hadn’t had sex in months, and this was the perfect way to break that streak. You started to move your body forward and backward while simultaneously going up and down. Warren’s grip on your ass tightened with each movement you made.

“Fuck baby,” he moaned. “You do it so well.”

Your confidence was boosted; you began to move faster. This only lasted a few minutes though, much to your dismay. You weren’t too athletic; you didn’t have good stamina. Warren noticed this, and without saying anything he flipped your bodies. Once on top of you, he began violent thrusts. You almost screamed from the pleasure; you’d never felt anything remotely close to it in your life. He hit your cervix each time, it made your back arch off the mattress and your nails dig into his back.

“Warren,” you whimpered. “Oh, fuck Warren.”

One of his hands wrapped around your neck. He didn’t squeeze, he just rested it there. You felt the knot in your stomach form at this. It felt so good to be dominated by him. It had been your dream for weeks, and it had finally come true. You closed your eyes and let the feeling of Warren fucking you fill your senses.

When you came, you practically screamed his name. You swore you could see stars. You’d never experienced an orgasm so hard in your life. Warren came a few seconds after you, you felt his dick pulsing inside you. He collapsed on you. You didn’t care about how his weight crushed you, you still held him as the two of you began to come down from your highs.

~~~

As the crew packs up, you remain in your chair, staring blankly out one of your windows. The interviewer is still across from you, but you don’t notice until he speaks.

“Just tell me one thing, off the record,” he says, grabbing your attention. “Did you love him?”

A small smile grows on your lips. “With all my heart.”

[joshlmbrt]

I’m Stronger Than All My Men, Except For You. (k. anderson x reader)

‘YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO LEAVE ME.’

【𝜗𝜚 warnings; kai is literally a warning, mentions of murder, toxic relationship, abuse (although i try not to describe to much about it!), mentions of not eating, & manipulation. (if a man treats you like this - RUN!!!!!)

【𝜗𝜚 an; i don’t know what i was doing with this …. but i hope everyone who reads it enjoys!!

There’s a stinging feeling in your chest and on your cheek.

It’s close to a burn. Both are caused by Kai’s words and hands.

The day started out as usual with Kai’s growing friend group - if you could even call it that - his spewing words filling their mind with poison and hate.

But, like a good spouse, you sit there with a frown on your face as you watch him. The fire behind his voice, the bags under his eyes - the brown had seemed to darken to almost a black.

A bit of stubble was scattered on his jaw, his cheeks looked almost sucked in, the only thing he’s living on these days is adderal - occasionally a sandwich and a coke.

He wasn’t the Kai you grew up around. He wasn’t the Kai you fell in love with anymore.

It made your heart constrict.

There’s a loud clap making your flinch and your eyes flicker up towards Kai.

“Meetings done.”

You glance towards the worn down flannel couch and hum, standing from the chair.

“You weren’t on your game today,” He mentions. “I need your head in the game in case anything goes wrong.”

“But you’ll make sure it doesn’t.” You say, nodding once. He seems to like that comment, a buffing his chest slightly.

You walk past him and towards the stairs. “But I won’t be there.”

That quickly deflates him, causing him to quickly follow after you, the sound of heavy boots loud. Your heart quickens when you enter his room, opening the closet door.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m- I just need time to myself. Just for a little bit.” You open the suitcase, stepping back towards the closet.

“You’re not leaving,” He shakes his head, stringy strands of hair falling over his face. “You won’t be able to leave me.”

You roll your eyes - a bad move - before stuffing some clothes into your bag. “Yeah? And why is that?”

“You don’t know how to be anything else,” He steps closer, your shoulder bumping into his chest as you turn. He grabs your wrist, fingers wrapped as he pulls you closer. “You don’t know how to be on your own.”

“You just don’t want to be alone.”

That’s when your cheek stings and the tight grip is gone, your arm dropping to your side. Your fingertips trace over your cheek, staring up at him with glassy eyes and a shocked impression.

Kai had never raised a hand towards you. Ever.

He sighs, fingers wrapping around your wrist - gentle this time - pulling your hand away. There was a mark. He tsks. “Why did you make me do that, hm?”

You blink, a tear rolling down your cheek. “I didn’t make you do anything!” You yank your arm out of his grip. “You’re always trying to shift stuff on to me so you don’t take the blame!”

He watches as you close the suitcase, zipping it up and grabbing it. You stare at him.

“I want time.”

He simply nods, stepping away from his door. You watch, heart beating so hard you’re afraid it’s going to burst out of your chest at any moment. You walk past him and down the stairs, the door slamming.

Kai hums, shutting the door slowly and slowly making his way down the stairs. He grabs a wooden chair, placing it in front of the door and sitting on it as his dark eyes land on the door.

He knows you’ll come back. You have no money. No close family. No where to go.

You only have him.

And that makes his heart flutter in a weird way.

The door slowly creaks open no sooner than a minute later, the suitcase being placed on the floor. You turn and close the door slowly, forehead resting against it.

He watches as your shoulders slump before shaking and there’s a shuddering noise. He slowly stands, making his way over.

You tense a bit as you feel his hand slowly travels up past your shoulder blades, his fingers sliding against the skin of the back of your neck, the tips of his nails digging in slightly.

Your head lifts slowly, tears trailing down your cheeks. “I can’t keep doing this.” You sob, shaking your head.

He shakes his head as well, nose poking at your temple as he presses a kiss to your cheekbone then your cheek. “I’m sorry… I don’t know why I did that,” He whispers, lips tracing over your skin. “I promise I won’t raise my hand again. I love you to much too lose you. I’m sorry.”

You nod silently.

He slowly turns you around, hands grabbing at your cheeks as he wipes away your tears. His hands are a bit rough for you liking, your lips being tugged to the side, the wetness of your tears smearing over your skin.

He stares at your red, watery eyes. “You’re so pretty.”

A man with charm is a very dangerous thing.

【𝜗𝜚 kai anderson tags; @brknlamb, @kaismanwich, @maeriavizsendingjpmdose, @slvt4jamesmarch

【𝜗𝜚 thank you for reading! comments, feedback, likes, reblogs, & requests are always encouraged, welcomed, & deeply appreciated!

[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)

(Divinelyruled's gif)

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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[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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[am3ricanh0rrorwh0re]

Don’t Be A Prude ☆

Warren Lipka × virgin fem!reader

summary: You recognize Warren at a house party

warnings: nsfw, smut with little plot, unprotected p in v, implied oral (fem receiving), slight choking, smoking, soft bondage,

You take a drink from your red solo cup, feeling the burning of your drink wash down your throat. Everyone else at the party was enjoying the music, the drinks, the sexuality of it all. Girls were grinding against guys, or other girls, guys were doing kegs or fingering the girls grinding on them. You were the only one sitting out, aside from the stoners.

“Hey,” A guy said, handing you a blunt, which you were forced to take reluctantly. “Take a hit and pass it, beautiful,”

The guy in front of you looked hauntingly familiar. His dark, curly hair, pale skin, chocolate eyes. It all looked like someone you’d seen before. But then again, a lot of people looked like him. You took a hit of the joint, feeling yourself choke on the bitter smoke as the roll pressed against your lips. You almost drop the joint as you coughed. The man pats your back softly, trying to ease the tension in your chest.

“Woah there, tiger,” He chuckled, taking the joint back. You look up at him, panting softly. “You look…vaguely familiar. whats your name? Wade? Wyatt-?”

He shook his head, chuckling. “Close. Warren. Warren Lipka” He smiled down at you, shoving his hands into the front pockets of his jeans after he passed the joint.

You gasp softly, immediately recognizing him. “Warren! ‘Widdle Warren ‘Wipka!” You tease. You always used to say his name in a baby voice in 8th grade. Now, years later, you still did. “We used to hit joints under the bleachers!”

“Fuck yeah, Y/n! I knew I recognized ya’!” He smiled, your comment earning a high five. You just realized how hot he was. His curly hair, toned figure, bulging….hard-on?…was it the weed? You decided to not mention it.

“Hey, uh, there’s this room upstairs. It’s quieter than down here, so…wanna go up and find it?” Warren shouted over the music, holding his hand out for you. You nodded, taking his hand.

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“C’mon, princess,” Warren teased, wrapping his hands around your waist as he pulled you down onto the bed. “Warren!” You giggled, leaning into him as you both fell onto the bed.

“So…” He asked, lighting a joint as you sat next to each other on the bed. “See anyone you like here? Besides me,”

You shake your head, taking the joint from him. You take a puff of the smoke, holding back a cough. He wrapped a hand around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. “Wha-? Warren, what are you-?”

“Shh…” He chuckled, sliding two fingers between your thighs. He dragged his fingertips along your throbbing, clothed cunt.

“Warren, I’m- I’m a virgin,” You chuckle nervously. You weren’t nervous of Warren, or of the game he was playing. You were nervous about your feelings. What were you feeling? You’d never felt it before. You’re currently hardening nipples, your wet pussy, both foreign feelings.

“You’ll be fine,” He unbuttoned your jeans and you bucked your hips, pushing them down to your ankles to help him. He started stroking your cunt through your panties, ultimately feeling the wet spot. Warren himself was soaked in pre-cum.

“So you’ve never seen a dick before?” He snickered, fluttering his fingers over your clit. You let out a soft, shaky moan, grinding yourself against his thigh.

“N-Never,” You shook your head. He laughed as he watched you grind yourself against him. “You’re eager, aren’t you?” He smirked.

Warren lifted you off of his lap with a groan before laying you down on the bed. He climbed over you, pulling off his belt with a grin spread over his face. “You’re okay with this, right?” He asked. You nodded, a beaming smile washing over your face.

He took your wrists in his hands, wrapping his belt around them tightly before pinning them over your head with one hand. He pried off his shirt and jeans, positioning himself between your legs. His free hand drove back to your pussy, his fingers pressing against your panties.

“Mind if i take these off?” He smirked smugly, slipping his fingers into the side of your panties. He felt around, his fingers dancing between your sensitive folds, making you writhe and moan under him. He pulled his fingers away with a smile, taking his hand off your bound wrists.

Warren pulled off his boxers, his throbbing cock springing out from underneath. It hit his torso, beads of pre-cum dripping down his pink tip. You gasp softly, looking at his length. You swallowed hard, trying to compose yourself.

“You got three options,” He started playfully. “You can suck it, let it go in you, or i can tease you and all that shit,” He smiled down at you, pumping his cock a little. You shrugged. You really didn’t know what to expect, but as long as it was with Warren, you were fine with it.

“I-I’ve never done this before..” You admit again. Warren smiled compassionately, putting one hand back over your tied wrists. The other hand went to your pussy, his fingers grazing that small bud once again.

“How about this?” Warren chuckled. He took his cock, pumping it softly as he pressed it against your folds. You moan softly, feeling the small drops of pre-cum leak down the outside of your pussy. He holds his cock in one hand, stroking it up and down your entrance, pushing in no further than the tip.

You writhe softly, your breathing spiking. He took his left hand, bringing it down from your wrists to your neck. His strong hand wrapped around your neck gently, his fingers digging in a little. You gasped from the sensations, clenching your bound hands into tight fists. He pushed in a little deeper than the tip, making your whole body shift up. You let out a slightly pained moan.

“Hey, that’s normal..” Warren cooed, moving his dick in and out of you slowly. You nod, your breathing stabilizing as you looked up at him. His face was twisted in a look of concentration, still holding his 7 incher with one hand. He continued moving slowly, adding inch by inch each time.

“You’re doing good,” He groaned softly, throwing his head back. “Other girl’s I’ve fucked haven’t gotten to 6 inches. You got the whole seven,”

“Y-You liar,” You manage to choke out. “You’ve never fucked another girl,” You chuckle breathlessly, struggling to get out of the belt handcuffs. Not because you wanted out, but you wanted to touch him. Suddenly, he thrusted deeper and faster into you.

“Watch your mouth, kiddo,” Warren scoffs, starting to move a little faster.

“W-We’re the same age, dingus,” You whine out. Your legs shake as Warren starts to move faster. Both of his hands go directly to your body, one playing with your clit while the other cups your cheek. His fingers danced around your clit, flicking the bud softly while he moved faster.

You suddenly felt the white-hot feeling of ecstasy wash over you. You let out a loud moan, your body arching upwards. Warren hadn’t finished, but watched with a smile as you convulsed, her eyes rolling back into your head. Beads of cum dripped from your pussy, and Warren noticed automatically.

“Why don’t I help you clean that up?” Warren smirked, licking his lips.

[my-own-walker]

hi again lmao, can you please make an imagine where you have your first time with warren lipka (evan as him and female pronouns please )?? thank u sm

note: with peace and love, i know warren is a pretty darkly written/intense character with like a lot of baggage but in keeping with the theme of the reader's first time I'm gonna write him as a total sweet softie. no hate to people who write him that way, bc i eat it up every time, but yeah.

warnings: sm*t,

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The rain fell heavily on my windows, near gale-force winds roaring by outside. I always loved thunderstorms. I found I could only truly relax when the weather was at its most chaotic. Bad weather had always just seemed like a good excuse to do nothing.

And there was no one I enjoyed doing nothing with better than Warren. He and I were friends since childhood. Our birthdays were in the same month of the same year. Our moms met while pregnant. Joined some group of pregnant ladies that were pregnant together and due around the same time. Warren was just four days older than me. We had tons of play dates as kids.

I’ve always loved him. Even from our days in diapers. The way in which I loved him changed over the years, but sandbox love never dies. The underlying love I had for him was something born out of childhood that retained its youthful innocence. The blushing, bashful, feet-kicking, hair-twirling desire that permeates even schoolyard crushes.

Growing together and apart and then together again meant that no matter what, we could depend on one another. We went to the same pre-school, survived the perils of public school together-ish, then proceeded to go to the same college.

His mother was thoroughly convinced we’d get married someday. ‘It’s fate,’ she’d say. I wanted to be his someday. I never broached the topic with him, though. After countless ‘like a sister’ comments throughout high school, I didn’t dare suggest being something more to him. I wasn’t entirely sure I’d be his someday. And I wouldn’t dare jeopardise our friendship for the fulfillment of some ancient crush.

But as the rain fell, surrounded in my blankets, laying next to Warren, listening to music, I couldn’t help but realize the feeling was becoming too much to bear.

He was always at my campus apartment. He hated living at home. We were so totally comfortable with each other, he practically lived with me.

He lay there, unmoving, on my bed. Just inches away from me. His eyes were cast at the ceiling, staring off into whatever daydream he fancied. The rain was also his favorite. ‘Karma Police’ by Radiohead began playing over the small speakers. Warren groaned loudly.

‘God, Y/N, enough of this miserable shit! Why do you only listen to like, the world’s saddest music?’ he whined. ‘Give me your iPod.’

‘You’re such a drama queen,’ I sighed, rolling my eyes as I chucked the device in his direction. He caught it clumsily and laughed in triumph when he switched the song.

‘Sweeter Memories’ by Todd Rundgren played.

‘That’s an out-of-the-box pick,’ I smirked, raising an eyebrow at him. ‘You feeling some sappy 70s shit?’ He didn’t reply. I smacked him lightly on his stomach.

‘What?’ he exclaimed, feigning annoyance.

‘You like ignoring me?’ I laughed.

‘It’s only my favorite pastime,’ he snarked.

‘Yeah? Ignore this,’ I challenged, lurching to jab at his sides with my fingers. He jumped and sat up abruptly, turning to get me back. I squealed and scrambled to get out of bed before he could reach me, but it was no avail. He grabbed me around my waist and began to tickle my sides, rendering me utterly helpless. I succumbed to my own laughter and melted into his touch.

We ended up a collapsed heap on my bed, Warren hovering just above me as we both giggled. Sobering, he looked me in the eyes before lowering himself to kiss me. At first a soft, closed-mouth kiss, slowly morphed into something more passionate. Without warning, he pried himself from me, sitting up at the edge of the bed, turned away from me.

‘God, I’m sorry,’ he breathed. ‘That was…’

‘No, no, it’s fine,’ I interrupted.

‘No, man, I think I just took advantage of you or something. I’m sorry,’ he gushed, hands flailing defeatedly as he spoke.

‘Warren, it was okay I promise,’ I insisted.

‘I just, like sometimes, I’m just being stupid,’ he stammered. ‘I feel like I’ve just been wanting to do that.’ A hot flush came to my cheeks. Waves of heat on my face indicated just how much I had been needing to hear him say that.

‘Really? Because me too,’ I replied, almost soundlessly. He turned to face me slowly, an unreadable expression painted on his face. I froze and began chewing the nail on my thumb.

For some relevant context, I had really never even been kissed. Warren was a seasoned veteran in the world of relationships and physical touch. I, I guess subconsciously, had been waiting for Warren for years. So, in turn, it rendered me a hopeless romantic and a college-aged virgin. He was the one I wanted, so I never pursued anything with anyone else.

'Are you sure?' Warren spoke, breaking my train of thought. Instead of replying, I sat up on the bed to meet his lips and began kissing him again. He pushed me back down, positioning himself to be on top of me. ‘You okay?’

I didn’t even realize I had tensed up a bit.

‘I’m good I’m just…new to this,’ I breathed, punctuating my sentence with a small laugh.

‘Oh god, I didn’t even, I totally forgot you’ve never…’ he stammered. ‘I can take it slow.’

‘If you can’t walk, then run,’ I replied. ‘I’ve never been one to take things slow.’

His lips reconnected with mine. I reached for the hem of his shirt and tugged at it to indicate that I wanted it off. He adjusted himself to help me slide the fabric over his head. He laughed and shook his head.

‘I can’t believe we’re doing this,’ he chuckled.

‘Warren, shut up,’ I scolded.

He pulled my sweatshirt over my head, leaving me in just my bra and shorts. I felt weirdly exposed. I laid there, not entirely sure what to do with myself, where to put my hands, all of that. Warren took the liberty of taking his pants off himself, probably knowing I wouldn’t feel comfortable doing it for him.

I felt his hot breath caress my chest as he peppered kisses all over my breasts, just above my bra. Goosebumps covered my skin. I had never felt anything like this. I just wanted him in every sense of the word. I guided his hand to the waistband of my shorts. He got the hint and pulled them off swiftly, beginning to kiss my thighs and tummy.

My stomach turned. As much as I wanted this, I couldn’t help but be a little scared. Warren looked up briefly and must have seen the look on my face. He softened and returned his attention to my face. The eye contact calmed my nerves, allowing me to give him the go-ahead to take things all the way.

He slowly pulled off my underwear and lined himself up with my entrance. I kept looking into his eyes to steady myself, and before I knew it, he was inside of me. I gasped quietly at the pressure.

‘Okay?’ he grunted. I nodded in reply. He pushed further into me, taking care not to hurt me. Tears rushed to my eyes. It was such a strange feeling. Warren hit his stride. Knowing my limit, he began to thrust rhythmically. At first, I wasn’t sure if I liked it. But after a bit, I began to relax into him and feel the pleasure and warmth of the experience.

I screwed my eyes shut and moaned slightly. Two things I had no control over. Warren moaned, too, seemingly pleased with my reaction. It wasn’t long before he came.

‘My god,’ I sighed, feeling a a sense of relief that was entirely unique and new. Warren, who had crashed down onto the bed next to me, panted heavily.

‘You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,’ he murmured.

‘What?’

‘It’s always been you,’ he continued. ‘I’ve always wanted you.’

‘Warren, there’s no way. I’ve always wanted you,’ I said, shocked.

‘I just thought, I don’t know, you saw us as just friends, or something. Nothing more,’ he elaborated.

‘That’s what I thought you felt,’ I replied.

‘Guess we just needed to talk it out,’ he smirked. He pulled me in closer to him, guiding my head to rest on his chest. Experiencing this side of him was something I’d always wanted, and I was in such disbelief that it was all happening so fast.

Listening to his breathing even out, my heart swelled at the dream I was now living.

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I think this sucks but I’m not sure LMAO. I just like Warren a lot and I picture him being very soft in private idk. Thank you again for the request!

[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:

[blackroseguzzi]

Hi dear, how are you?

I saw you are taking Kai requests and I'm still reeling from chapter 3 of Otherworldly. So, I wanted to ask if you'd be comfortable writing some dark(?) smut for him x fem!reader? You choose how dark or vanilla the fic will be.

Feel free to ignore/decline and have a wonderful day 💙

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Kai Anderson x Fem!Reader

A little Dark and a little Vanilla-personalities of our lovely Devine Ruler; Kai Anderson 🖤

Summery: You meet Kai at a party and something draws you to him. As you become intimate with each other you ask something of him without realizing what it means to him. There are a few sides to this complex human. The two sides confuse you yet make you completely melt into him.

Warnings: sex, sex, Smut, lots of language that you shouldn’t read if you’re not 18+, ITS SMUT- THATS A WARNING IN ITSELF. Also, my red flag Kai Anderson as my favorite warning.

Okay, I need to go shower because I feel so dirty hehe.

Winter won then battle with Kai about her Neon Glow birthday bash in the basement tonight. She had pleaded with her older brother to let her have her 21st birthday in their home - specifically his sacred quarters down in their basement. Kai had continued to object her requests until one night she had told him that if he allowed her to transform the place into glowing neon wonderland that she would attend the next Trump Rally with him. They shook on it, and Kai had even helped her with decorations.

Kai was not one to party, and he was currently locked inside of his room at his desk, his laptop open to a website about global security. He turned up the volume on his laptop as he watched videos to try and drown out the sounds of “one kiss” by Calvin Harris. He swore he heard this song 5 times since the party had started an hour ago. He sighed heavily, slamming his laptop and pushing back in his desk chair. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the noises from below. He could feel the vibrations of the base, a few muffled men’s voices mixed with the shrill voices of some of winter’s obnoxious girlfriends. He was curious to see what was unfolding down there and decided to check things out. Winter had politely asked him to stay the fuck away from her party, but clearly his listening skills needed some work. He felt like if she was using his sanctuary for her unearthly colorful millennial party, that he at least could assess the damages during the event.

The basement door was open, and he took a step in front of the party abyss. Down below was the blackness of the room, just a few flashes here and there of bright pinks and blues and neon green. Kai kept his statue-like composure as he descended down the steps. The music was vibrating the wooden planks with each step. He could see a crowd of people dancing provocatively with red solid cups in their hands. They were all dressed in white clothing or an awful shade of neon that glowed annoyingly in the black light Kai had helped place next to the make shift bar. He was surprised to see how full the basement had become. He didn’t realize his sister had known that many people, and that she actually liked parties like this. It was sickening to him that someone would enjoy this much color.

He took a seat at one of the bar stools, grabbing at an unopened Bud Light that was on the bar top. He twisted off the cap and took a swig- god awful. He could never understand the hype of beer. It was grotesque, and the way people pounded it like water repulsed him.

He scanned the room for any familiar faces but his view stoped at two people in the corner of the room. Their bodies illuminated by the fireplace that had been on.

There was one male, clearly intoxicated as his body swayed as he talked. He was in a white shirt splatted with the ugliest colored paints. It was vile to think he had purposefully done that to a perfectly good white t-shirt.

There was also a female, and she struck Kai’s interest immediately. In the sea of brightly colored clothing, she was dressed in a black turtleneck and a pair of ripped black jeans. Her hair was even dark, cascading down her shoulders. She looked extremely unimpressed with mr. paint splatter as he inched closer to speak to her over the music. He narrowed his eyes as he examines her closer. She was not one of the girls Winter had ever brought over, he would have noticed that porcelain skin and the shape of her curves.

He watched as your tongue moved around the straw of your drink, guiding it into your mouth. God, he wanted your lips around him like that.

You moved your head slowly over to Kai’s glare and for a moment the two of you synced eyes. You smirked shyly, the straw still between your velvet red lips. Kai swallowed down another chug from his beer bottle as a new song came over the speakers. You turned your attention to paint splatter and grabbed the collar of his ugly t shirt, dragging him to the middle of the basement where everyone was gathered dancing. You made sure to flash your eyes over at Kai as you grind her body on paint splatter. Kai felt his pants stiffen slightly and he was relieved that he was in dark clothing. He watched as your body moved slow and deliberate against the man behind you, yet you kept flashing looks to Kai as if seducing him. Kai’s heart thumped in his chest, watching as paint splatter decided to ruin his own party by grabbing your ass a little too aggressively. You pushed away, but he only leaned forward again, this time grabbing your neck and pressing your lips to his. Again, you pulled away more forcefully this time- and that’s when Kai stood up, chucking his empty beer bottle in the trash and sneaked onto the dance floor. His face stone and devilish, he approached Paint splatter and politely tapped his shoulder. The drunken man turned to face Kai who leaned in to whisper in his ear. Whatever he had said made Paint Spatters’ eyes widen and he looked between you and Kai before nodding and backing away into the crowded dance floor apologizing and yelling about getting more beer. Kai turned his focus onto you, smirking lightly.You could feel your face flush. You were extremely turned on by his harsh black eyes and blue hair pulled into a half bun. His smirk exposed the perfect kind of dimples that made your panties wet. He put his hand on the small of your back and pulled you close, “I’m Kai.” You felt your nipples harden as his breath hit your ear. You leaned in close so they were pressed on his chest as you whispered your name in return. He snaked his other hand onto your ass and pulled you close to his body and started moving slowly to the music. One of his thumbs had made it up in the hem of your shirt, touching your bare skin and you could feel your pussy throbbing. Kai nuzzled into you like he was trying to protect you from everyone else around you as they danced. He could feel you rubbing your body in all the right places onto his. He glanced into your eyes as you moved - You looked like a little lamb, one that he also was about to sacrifice.

You twirled your body around so that your ass was pressed tightly against his erect penis. You moved slowly up and down and pushed your ass further into him while he gripped your waist. Kai planted a careful kiss on your neck and you knew that tonight you were going to fuck this man’s brains out. Your throat yearned for his hands and his dick to be around and inside it.

Hell, you deserved to be adored, but also fucked so hard that afterwards you couldn’t stand up.

Kai moaned in your ear as you pushed your ass harder into him. He moved your hair so carefully from your ear to get as close as his lips could take him to your face.

“Get yourself another drink, and walk up to the second floor. I’m the first door on the right.” He let go of you slowly. You turned quickly and watched him slither in between the abyss of ugly neon drunken college students. His black shirt and striking blue hair standing out as he snuck back up the stairs. You ran your hands through your sweaty hair and took a breath. That was Winter’s brother? You had just become close with Winter over the last year. She had complained about her brother on multiple occasions. The way she talked about him made Kai seem like he had some major issues, but you reminded yourself that you loved a good walking red flag.

You bit your lip and looked around at the preposterous excuse of a ‘rave’. You surly wouldn’t miss it if you snuck out and up to Kai’s room.

You made your way to the makeshift bar, grabbing two solo cups and pouring a generous amount of fireball in both before descending stealthily up the stairs- headed to Kai’s room.

As you hit the top step the air became less foggy as you quietly made your way towards the stairs.

“Y/N?” You cursed to yourself before turning at the sound of Winter’s voice. “What are you doing up here? I have so much to tell you- Kelly totally just made out with me in the bathroom,” She drunkenly made her way over to you and pointing to the solo cups in your hands. “Are you double fisting or did you actually find a man friend down there to share shots with?”

“I was actually looking for you. We need to take a celebratory shot!” You did not want Winter to realize that you were about to go bring not only the drink, but your body to her brother upstairs.

“Oh cool, thanks babes.” She grabbed one of the solo cups and hissed as the fireball burned down her throat. “I’m so glad you came. Are you having a good time?”

“You know, it’s actually not as bad as I thought it would be,” You smiled at your friend who raised her eyebrows in shock at your words.

“Good, go back down there! There’s nothing up here except the bathroom and my idiot brother.”

You didn’t know how to respond so you decided to fill the void by shoving the edge of the solo cup in your mouth and letting the warm alcohol coat your insides with cinnamon flavored heat.

“Well, I’ll meet you down there. I need to freshen up in the lady’s room.”

Winter smiled at you before turning to descend back down the stairs to her party. You let out a breath, knowing how distasteful it was to fuck the birthday girls’ brother while she waited for you in the basement. There was just something so enchanting about Kai that you needed to feel him inside of you - just this once.

Quietly, you tip toed up the staircase towards Kai’s room. Your lips pressed together as rose your hand to knock. You could feel your heart in your throat as you saw the door knob turn and Kai appeared in front of you, that smirk of his forming once he saw you.

“I’m happy to see you decided to join me up here.” Kai threw an arm out and inviting you inside his room. It was dark, except for a lamp that was on at his desk. His room was filled with book shelves chalked full with novels and his walls were a dark Navy. You also noticed lots of paperwork stuck to bulletin boards above his desk - This was the room of a busy man.

“Mmm, I like a man who can enjoy the voice of Lana Del Rey,” You smiled as you walked over to Kai’s old record player, ‘Ride’ playing softly through the speakers.

“She has a beautiful voice,” He stated, walking up next to you. Having his body so close sent electric shockwaves through your vagina. You licked your lips before looking up at him. He had such strong features, and those eyes literally sent you over the edge. His hand raises, sweeping hair from your face as he cups your jaw, bringing your lips together. The softness of his kisses made you completely let go. Kai deepened the endearment and felt his erection welcome the both of them between their bodies. He could taste the fireball on your tongue and he walked your intertwined body over to his bed.

“I don’t do missionary,” You spoke, slightly out of breath. Oh, Kai liked you before but now he was loving you.

“Good, get naked right now and let me fuck you from behind.” Kai ripped off his shirt quickly and let his jeans drop to the floor. He watched you pull your top off, drooling over the way your breasts bounced as they fell from your bra. He took one of your nipples in his mouth and felt the shiver of your body as you moaned sweetly at his actions. He moved his mouth to your neck, sucking it aggressively. You dug your fingers into the flesh on his back and he groaned in enjoyment. He spun your around so that your ass was up against his dick and he slipped his fingers into your wet pussy, his digits tasting you. “I want the side of you that you don’t show anyone else,” You whispered as your backside was pressed against him, your hands reaching up to play with that blue hair that drove you crazy. His fingers explored your insides as if you were a road map to a treasure.

“Drop down like a good girl, and I’ll fuck you like a bad one.” Kai’s words sending goosebumps over your body. You leaned forward, your palms propped you up on the bed as he entered you from behind. He moved slow at first, until you were dripping at your folds, then he started to really hammer into you. You loved the way he smacked your ass and then would gently rub your hips. He was the perfect mix of pain & pleasure.

He exited you and gently pulled you up to face him.
“Your face is so… wow.. it’s just beautiful,” Kai spoke in between hungry kisses. You smiled against his lips at his words. Usually a man you just met that engaged in sexual acts with you only complimented your pussy, not your face. It made you crumble even more for Kai.

He jumped onto the bed and you crawled on top of him, your wetness letting him slide effortlessly back inside of you. He watched with a wide smile as you rode his dick, while rubbing your clit. You moaned deeply as his hands massaging your tits, making you go wild.

“Spit in my mouth.”

You looked down at Kai with a smirk, he was a kinky one. You licked your lips before sucking your saliva into the center of your mouth. You leaned forward as he opens his mouth for you. You forcefully spat your saliva into Kai’s open mouth and he hummed as his eyes closed, savoring your taste before he swallowed it. You grabbed his cheeks in your hand and let out a sinful giggle.

“You are a wicked one, Kai Anderson.” You pushed yourself down on top of him and feverishly kissed him, taking in his bottom lip between your teeth every so often, making his growls and groans more erotic each time.

You moved your hips around and sat back up throwing your head back in pleasure as Kai moved between pinching your nipples and needing them between his fingers. His hands were soft, and you kept getting a nose full of his oaky masculine scent that almost drove your animalistic instincts crazy. You had read somewhere that a woman was always sexually attracted to her partners smell. You had never enjoyed a man’s sweat until right now. It all came together to make so much sense, just like your pussy came together with his hard long and delicious cock. Kai sat up as your bodies stay linked and he snaked his hands around you so that one hand was on the small of your back and the other on the back of your neck. He pressed his forehead to yours as you moved your body. The earth seemed to slow down as your ears only filled with the sound of his breathing and the faint echoes of Rey’s ‘Tomorrow Never Came’. Your vulnerability in that moment made you slightly embarrassed. The way his thumb stroked your middle back and then when he kissed the tip of your nose you knew this man was some kind of mythical creature you possibly dreamed up in a drunken state. “Should we take this to the shower?” He whispered as your body continued to move up and down on top of him. Your nodded, happy to break the intense moment between the two of you. If you lasted any longer you knew you’d be utterly attached to this guy whom you barely knew.

You slid off of him, and he takes your hand and leads you to the attached bathroom. He turned on the shower and you immediately felt the steam engulf both your bodies while continuing to actively kiss. He cupped your ass and before you know it, your legs were wrapped around him as he carried you into the hot shower. He slowly re-entered you as he slammed your back into the shower wall, the water cascading down both of your sweaty bodies. You felt his dick so far up inside of you that you felt like you were getting the most intimate part of him. He pulled from the kiss to watch your face as he thrusted deep inside of you, your legs wrapped tightly around him, his hands still grabbing your ass cheeks to keep you from falling.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” Kai moaned as he went in and out of you pleasurably. He was panting hard when you grabbed each side of his face in your hands and smashed your lips together again feeling your orgasm rising. You threw your head back as Kai started pounding you harder and faster. Kai was staring back at you with his intense eyes. He raised one arm up, throwing his hand around your neck, his arm wresting perfectly in between your perky breasts.

“You like when I choke you? Cum for me baby girl.” He squeezes your neck a little harder. You moaned in pleasure and suddenly you could feel Kai release himself inside of you, which in turn made you relax and let your orgasm come to fruition.

He slid out from inside you as your legs gently unwrapped from his waist and you planted them on the shower floor. He refused to let you go and you both just embraced in the shower, the water washing away the sinful things you had just done. What had possessed you to partake in this aftercare that Kai was giving you was unknown, but you stood there as your legs shook lightly from the orgasm that had overtaken your body moments before.Kai stroked your hair as your head lay on his chest-Eyes closed as the water pelted down on your skin. When it felt like you both hand lingered too long, you pulled away shyly. Kai shut the water off, hoping out of the shower and walking naked towards the cabinet of towels. He handed one to you, thanking him quietly before wrapping yourself into it.

He dried off his body before throwing the towel around his waist. You both didn’t say much as you exited the bathroom. Kai walked over to the record player and changed out the record. You loved the song that had started playing - Not Allowed by TV Girl.

“You want to lay in bed and listen to some music with me?” Kai asked, looking to you with a raised eyebrow. You were surprised at his eagerness to spend time with you after the relationship you shared this far had been strictly sexual.

“Ahh..yeah okay.” You rang out your hair in your towel before grabbing your clothes that were laying on the floor.

“No, no clothes,” Kai said quietly as he wrapped his arms around your naked body. He guided you to the bed as the sounds of music played in the air.

You felt the goosebumps appear as Kai’s fingers made little circles on your shoulder.

“So, I have to ask you a questioned- Why were you at this party tonight? You don’t fit the scene,” Kai’s body vibrated your ear as he spoke.

You smiled on his chest. “Winter is a good friend of mine actually. We share a lot of classes at college. To be honest that party doesn’t really fit her scene either.”

You moved so that you were now laying beside Kai, faces inches apart. His eyes were softer now, more relaxed and playful. He was a really handsome man, and you adored the small freckle on his nose and the way his eyes squinted when he smiled. Oh, and you couldn’t forget the dimples.

“Well I’m extremely grateful you came tonight, pun intended.” Kai chuckled as you playfully hit his chest.

“It’s my turn to ask you a question.” You propped yourself up on your elbow so that you could look down at Kai’s calm expression. He raised his eyebrows in anticipation.

“Are you always this intimate with girls after you just fucked them?” Your lips pressed together and you narrowed your eyes at him.

He shook his head “Never.”

“Then why are you being this way with me- a girl you plucked from your sisters basement party?”

He smiled and put his hand to your face to stroke your cheek “it’s simple- You told me to show you a side of me I don’t show anyone else.”

He smiled and put his hand to your face to stroke your cheek “it’s simple- You told me to show you a side of me I don’t show anyone else.”

He smiled and put his hand to your face to stroke your cheek “it’s simple- You told me to show you a side of me I don’t show anyone else.”

He smiled and put his hand to your face to stroke your cheek “it’s simple- You told me to show you a side of me I don’t show anyone else.”

He smiled and put his hand to your face to stroke your cheek “it’s simple- You told me to show you a side of me I don’t show anyone else.”

“Then why are you being this way with me- a girl you plucked from your sisters basement party?”

He smiled and put his hand to your face to stroke your cheek “it’s simple- You told me to show you a side of me I don’t show anyone else.”

[sugarr-and-spicee]

a 1940s love story... but it's warren lipka

song: 'it's been a long long time by kitty kallen'

[fear-is-truth]

Warren Lipka • hit tweets

[kittenwalker]

How about warren from American animals(specifically Evan peters not the real guy!) With a fem reader, driving to like a “make out point” type place where they can see the stars or like city lights. Smth like that also stoned? Also if it’s okay with u how would u feel adding in a bit of knife action? Like with blood and cuts on both of them. Like they’re trying smth new and they like it or maybe like they accidentally do it and it makes them h- imma stop there😛😅

note : ok when i got this i was so excited to write it because it sounded so interesting and out of my comfort zone! I haven’t written or read any knife play before this so I’m sorry if i did it wrong! ( I also changed the driving part hope that’s alright <3 )

WARNINGS : knife play, drugs, smut ( and writing about Evan's charc not the real dude! )

You needed someone adventurous, apathetic to the world, and fun. Warren provided everything you wished for, you met during high school. One of the hardest times in your life due to family issues and exams. But Warren made life seem less trivialised, more relaxed, and like it didn't matter. Warren was like a real-life Xanax, he helped you relieve your stress with thrilling activities. Just like tonight, you got kicked out of your house due to your argument with your father while he was drunk. But thanks to Warren, you completely forgot that even happened.

When you got thrown out of your house with a few bags of clothes, the only place you knew where to go was Warren’s apartment. You knocked on his door, mocking his funny ‘ secret knocking code ‘. He opened his door and it looked like you’d woken him up from his slumber.

“ Y/n what are you doing here? “ he said sleepily, slurring his words

“ Dad kicked me out 'cause he was drunk and I had gotten into an argument with him, so if you don't mind I'm gonna crash here, “ you said shrugging, crashing at his apartment wasn't new.

“ Yea, of course. “ he said, moving aside to let you in.

" Wait, Y/n I have an idea. Put down your bags we're going somewhere. " he excitedly said before wandering away

Warren came back out clothed more appropriately for the weather while holding some beers and a pack of joints. He locked his apartment door before telling you to follow him. You didn’t know where you were going but by the looks of what he was bringing, you were gonna have some fun. You were walking up a flight of stairs, noticing the words ‘ emergency exit ‘ at the door and knowing where you were going.

“ Hey I thought you couldn’t go up to rooftops “ you questioned

“ And you think I follow rules? “ he was right, Warren was a rebel. He did everything but follow the rules.

-

Warren opened the door for you, letting you onto the rooftop first. The chilly weather welcomes you as you entered, making you shiver. You looked around the vacant space, amazed. The stars and city lights shining into your eyes, was a ravishing sight, to say the least. Warren chuckled beside you, looking at your astonished expression.

“ I use to come up here when things got tough “ he confessed

“ Really? “ you never thought of Warren as a rooftop person

“ Yea, I would sit right there at the edge “ he pointed

“ Well then what are we waiting for, I need one of those now “ you laughed pointing at his joints

Walking over to the edge, you got closer to the city lights. You both sat down next to each other, staring at the buildings while Warren lit up a joint. Taking a puff before handing it to you, the feeling of euphoria running through your veins. You weren’t really a smoker but occasionally you do take a few puffs to relieve some stress.

“ So what’s happening at yours, “ Warren asked, cracking open a beer bottle.

“ The same old trouble, but this time my mum actually divorced my dad and he went back to drinking every day. You? “ you asked taking a swing of the liquor 

“ Same as you, mum divorced my dad while we were having dinner a few days ago “ he related to you

Things weren’t easy for both you and Warren, but that was why you liked being with him. He knew how you felt.

-

After two bottles of beer and a few joints, you were stoned. But Warren was still in a sober state as he knew he needed to take care of you or you might just jump off, which was what you were doing now.

“ Hey look I could fall to my death in a slip, “ y/n said standing on the ledge, ecstasy taking over her mind.

“ Y/n you better get off the edge now before you fall “ Warren scolded you

“ Come onn, where did the fun Warren gooo, “ you said pouting

“ He’s not coming back until you get off of that ledge, it's dangerous Y/n, “ he said warning you again

“ Do you think you could catch me in time if I just- “ you challenged, making a slipping motion.

Laughing at Warren’s shocked face and attempt to catch you as he thought you were falling. Before you knew it, you jinxed yourself. Tripping over your foot, you fell forward. You closed your eyes as you were screaming, trying to hold onto something to prevent yourself from falling. ‘ This was it, death ‘ you thought to yourself until you felt a hand pulling your body back and bringing you into their chest. As if the devil wanted to bring you to the afterlife, but an angel grabbed onto your last string and pulled you back.

Thankfully Warren was standing beside you and caught you. He reached forward pulling your arm, bringing you back into safety. Making your whole body collide into his chest, and you breathe heavily onto his neck. The shock and adrenaline of you almost dying, sobered you up.

Warren grabbed the back of Y/n’s neck and turned her head around to face him. Seeing her chest going up and down due to the intensity of her breathing. He stared into her eyes, looking at them and travelling down to his lips. Warren and Y/n both had a crush on each other, I mean how could they not? They both went through everything together and were there for each other in a way they both needed. So you took the initiative to kiss him, you tiptoed and gently placed your lips onto his. Moving your lips against his, but not feeling his reciprocate. You pulled away apologising.

“ I’m sorry I shouldn’t hav- “ you got cut off by Warren violently attaching his lips back onto yours

He hungrily attacked your mouth over and over again, not giving you time to breathe. Slightly tugging on your shirt, he asked if he had your permission to remove it. You nodded helping him unbutton his as well, the chill in the air making goosebumps rise on both your skins.

Warren carefully lowered you down onto the floor discarding the rest of your clothes. He broke away from the heated kiss, making you confused. Digging into his back pocket he took out a pocket knife.

“ I wanna try something new but only if you're alright with it, “ he said holding up the knife

You were worried about what he was going to do with it but nodded anyway, trusting him. He put the blade on your cheek, slowly sliding it down your body. The anticipation made it better, wondering when he was going to cut you. You were growing wetter by the second by how dangerous this was, but you both lived for it.

He stopped on top of your left breast and made a small cut, making you groan. Blood drips down your chest as Warren attached his lips to your wound, licking and sucking up the blood.

Him not paying attention to what you doing, you grabbed the knife and cut his v-line. Pushing him up, you kneeled and licked his blood away. Your mouth went lower until it reached his clothed crotch, palming him through his jeans and making him whimper. Impatiently pulling his pants down letting his cock spring free, your eyes widen. Shocked at how big it was, you’ve always joked about him having a small dick, not expecting it to be this huge.

“ Like what’d you see? “ you looked up to see Warren smirking

“ Shut up “ you uttered back before shoving his length into your mouth, making him putty in your hands.

You continued sucking him until he pulled your hair, making you look up at him. 

“ Oh it’s my turn to please you “ he grinned, pushing you onto your back and diving in between your thighs.

Bringing back the knife, he cuts a few lines on your thigh without warning. Swiping a strip of blood up and licking it off his finger.

“ Mhm your blood tastes good but I want to eat something else “ 

Not wasting time, he went back to your thighs. But this time he devours your cunt, like a hungry animal, slurping up every drop of your juices. The whole rooftop was filled with your moans but you couldn’t help it, Warren was just so good with his mouth.

-

“ Fuck! Right there Warren, don’t stop! “ you yelled almost coming down to your third high

“ I’m almost there too darling, come with me “ he groaned, rubbing your clit before the two of you released your loads.

Flopping down next to you, he pulled your body closer to him. Kissing your sweating temple before breaking the silence.

“ I have dreamed of doing that for a long time you know “ he mumbled looking at you

“ Me too “ you agreed, exhausted

“ Well tonight was very eventful “ you chuckled

“ Almost dying, finding out a new kink and having the best sex “ the list made the both of you laugh

Laying your head on his chest, the pair stayed there, star-gazing into the night.

Just wanted to jump in and say the end of American animals made me absolutely die, it was so sad.

[joshlmbrt]

In Sickness & In Health. (j. patrick march x reader)

‘I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR YOU, MY DEAREST.’

【𝜗𝜚 warnings; none really, just r being sick and james being, lovesick james making sure r is cared for! this takes place before his death. this is also kind of short - i apologize!

【𝜗𝜚 an; i hope you enjoy this and i hope you are feeling better love!! thank you for requesting!

James winces when he hears the sound of your gravely cough - the sound making his own chest hurt. He rubs at it before unlocking the door.

He frowns, dark eyes landing on you. You were shivering under blankets, but sweat made your face look slightly oily.

“Oh, dearest.” He walks over, reaching out to place the back of his palm on your forehead.

You turn away. “Don’t look at me or touch me,” Your voice sounded raw. “I don’t look well and I don’t want you to get sick.”

“You look as beautiful as ever,” He sits next to you. “And I need to check to see if your fever has gone down.”

You peek at him. He nods, a soft smile on his lips.

For a man who had a ‘odd’ job, he was such a caring man.

“Also, I’m here for you. In sickness and health.” He reaches out, pressing the back of his palm against your forehead.

Your eyes flutter close, the cold ring feeling nice on your warm skin.

“Oh,” He hums and stands from the bed. “You need to take your medicine and a shot of some whiskey.”

You make a face. “The medicine tastes funny and I don’t feel like having a drink.”

He chuckles, making his way towards the small collection of drinks, pouring you a shot before walking towards you.

“Dearest, this is supposed to help. It has a bit of honey - not the fake one. You know me,” He holds the glass to your lips, his other hand resting on the back of your head. “Now, let’s get you all better, hm? You’re my right hand.”

You nod slightly, top lip bumping the rim before leaning your head back. He’s careful pouring it into your mouth. He places the glass down on the nightstand before reaching over and wiping at the corner of lips.

You swallow, shivering at the taste, brows pinching together. He chuckles and leans down, pressing a kiss to the line. You hum softly.

Not being able to help himself, he leans down further and presses two quick pecks against your lips.

“James-”

“I know, Dearest. But I couldn’t help it,” He shakes his head and stands up to his full height. He tucks some hair behind your ear. “Would you like a warm bath?” His thumb trails across your jaw.

One thing about James, his love language was physical touch. Not that you minded.

“Please?” You stare up at him, eyes glassy. He nods, sending you a smile. You’re quick to grab ahold of his wrist before he could walk away, he stares down at you pressing a kiss against his palm before resting your cheek against his palm again.

“Thank you for taking care of me, my beloved.”

His fingers twitch against the side of your face and he nods with a small smile. “I would do anything for you, my dearest.”

【𝜗𝜚 james patrick march tags; @maeriavizsendingjpmdose, @kaismanwich

【𝜗𝜚 request by; @slvt4jamesmarch

【𝜗𝜚 thank you for reading! comments, feedback, likes, reblogs, & request are always welcomed, encouraged, and deeply appreciated!

[shescallinmedaddy]

watching american animals - requests for warren lipka should be open by the end of the night .

[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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Boyfriend (Warren Lipka X Reader)

Summary: you reunite with an old friend while making a delivery for your shitty boyfriend

Word count: 4.1k

Warnings: smut, throat fucking, weed, cheating, not proof read

A/n: I have no idea how much weed costed in 2003 bc I was two years old. Also, I apologize if your name is Chelsea bc you will be slandered in this fic. Thank you for reading! <3

Pt 2 , Pt 3

I slam my boyfriends shitty car door, stepping out into the cold November rain, running towards the brick house, an 8th of weed shoved in my bra. I can’t believe my idiot boyfriend is too lazy to get out of his car to make his delivery. I’ve never even met this customer and his dumbass is having me waltz right up this random man’s house, while he’s parked a block away.

I pound on the wooden door before stepping back a bit. I shift back and forth on my feet as I rub my hands up and down on my arms trying to warm myself with the friction. After a couple of minutes, the door swings open, a man with unkempt brown hair and tired eyes steps out, looking a bit surprised. Those eyes. I know them. I cant put my finger on it, but I know him from somewhere.

“Uhm can I help you? Are you alright?” he asks, stepping out onto the porch closing the door behind him, looking me up and down, maybe trying to figure out why some strange girl is stood sopping wet on his doorstep, or maybe he recognizes me as well.

“Of course that dumbass didn’t tell you,” I sigh. “I’m delivering for Dakota,” I explain, pulling the plastic baggie out of my bra.

“Ah, okay,” he opens the door again, ignoring my hand offering the weed. “Why don’t you come in, get out of the cold?” he offers, holding the door open for me. I consider his offer; He seems kind, and he doesn’t appear to have the money on him anyway. I might as well wait inside while he retrieves it before I catch my death out here.

“Thank you,” I smile, stepping into the warm living room, part of me hoping that Dakota can see me going into the random man’s house. He leads me down to the basement, explaining that this is his bedroom.

“Make yourself at home,” he smiles, showing two familiar dimples on either cheek as he gestures to his couch. I smile back, happily taking a seat. He walks into the bathroom, coming back with a towel in his hand.

“Did you go to Tates Creek Highschool by chance?” he asks, offering me the grey bath towel.

“I did,” I smile. “Only for freshman year though, my family moved the next county over after that,” I explain. That must be where I know him from.

“Y/n, I thought that was you,” he smiles taking a seat next to me.

“Yeah,” I smile back. “You look familiar, but I’m sorry I can’t remember your name,” I blush, a bit embarrassed that I don’t remember him.

“Ouch,” He chuckles. “I thought getting detention together for stealing the teachers’ cigarettes would have been a bit more memorable,” he says, leaning back on the couch. Then it dawns on me.

“Warren?” I ask, shocked. “Little Warren Lipka?” I turn on the couch to face him, getting a better look- the best look I can get in the dim yellow lighting. I don’t believe it! He laughs at my reaction.

“I guess if you remember me as little Warren, I can see why you didn’t recognize me,” he says, reaching for his grinder and papers laying on the coffee table. “You got that 8th, beautiful?” he asks casually. I blush at the comment, pulling the weed out of my bra once again. I hand him the warm baggie.

“That’ll be 7 bucks, sir,” I grin. All the memories come flooding back to me when our hands touch as we exchange the substance for the cash. All the classes we skipped together, all the many hours in detention we spent alongside each other, the cigarettes that we would smoke under the bleachers. He was shorter than me then, he always had his hair buzzed and wore oversized clothes to hide his small frame. I guess he was a late bloomer, because the only remnants of that little boy are the deep brown eyes and dimples displayed like artwork on the handsome grown man in front of me.

“You look really good,” he breaks me out of my thoughts, sparking the joint he’s just rolled.

“Thank you,” I smile. He passes me the paper. I take a hit. “You look good yourself,” I exhale through my nose, handing the joint back to warren.

“So you’re a friend of Dakotas?” He asks, after sucking in a breath of smoke as he stretches his arm over the back of the couch and behind my shoulders.

“His girlfriend, actually,” My response catches him off guard, making him choke on the smoke.

“Holy shit,” he laughs in between coughs. “How the hell did that goon bag you?” he asks, flabbergasted. I can’t help but giggle, taking another drag off the joint.

“Sometimes I wonder the same thing,” I answer honestly. Dakota isn’t exactly the best boyfriend in the world. We’ve been dating almost two years and I’ve caught him with other girls multiple times. He doesn’t respect my boundaries or my aspirations, yet somehow, he always convinces me to stay. I guess when you’re as attractive as he is and as insecure as I am, it isn’t hard for him to convince me that he’s the best I’ll ever have.

“So what’s wrong with Dakota? Why couldn’t he make the delivery himself?” Warren asks, looking down at the joint between his lips as it glows crimson. “Not that I’m complaining,” he clarifies.

“He said he was tired and didn’t want to get his shoes wet,” I laugh, feeling the THC start to take effect. “Can you believe that?” I ask, laying a hand on warrens thigh in my fit of giggles. “He’s just sitting in his shit box a block away,” I say, feeling my eyelids begin to get heavy. Warren raises his eyebrows, looking at me with glossy eyes.

“Wow,” he scoffs. “I actually don’t believe that. I couldn’t imagine having your girl make deliveries for you. Thats some serious pussy shit,” he rolls his eyes, holding the joint up to my mouth. I take a hit from the hot paper between his fingers. I look down at the spliff, then back at him to find his eyes already fixed on me. “If I was your boyfriend, I wouldn’t let you make deliveries for me,” he says in a much quieter tone, the moment is almost intimate as I blow the smoke into his face that’s closer to mine than I realized, but I can’t bring myself to back away. “And I sure as hell wouldn’t want you smoking with me,” he adds, bringing the joint to his lips to take the final hit.

“Why’s that?” I ask in a whisper with butterflies in my stomach, breathing in the smoke that’s slowly rolling off his lips.

“Because it gives me the opportunity to do something I’ve wanted to do since freshman year,” he matches my tone, glancing at my lips, bringing his finger and thumb around my chin, tilting my head up towards him. My heart begins to race at his proximity, I know I should pull away from him, but I can’t. I don’t want to. Just as his lips barely brush against mine, my Nokia rings out, sounding like an alarm, making me jump in surprise, scrabbling to find the small cellphone on the couch.

“Hey babe,” Warren answers the phone, winking at me. My stomach drops. Fuck. I reach for the phone, but warren stands up. “Nah man she’s good she’s right here. I just gave her the mon- hey. Hey!” I hear warren begin to shout. I cease my struggle to grab the phone. “Is there a fucking problem man?” Warren seethes into the phone. I hear my boyfriend’s muffled speech. “Yeah, I didn’t fuckin think so,” he hangs up the phone, handing the small plastic brick to me.

“You look pretty stoned,” he says picking up a coat off the couch, wrapping it around my shoulders. “Let me walk you out. You remember where his car is?” he asks, putting his hand on the small of my back, ushering me to the steps. I nod my head yes, staring at him with wide eyes trying to process what just happened.

“Lead the way then, beautiful,” he grins, and just like that, the butterflies are back. I don’t dare respond, not knowing what will come out of my mouth.

The walk to Dakota’s car is silent but comfortable, still pretty baked, I feel the rain coming down in sheets. vibrating calmly in my bones. I stare up at the orange glow of the streetlights in the night sky in awe. Everything looks so beautiful when you’re high.

“Here he is,” Warren says approaching the small rust bucket of a car that my boyfriend drives. He opens the passenger door for me. After I’m seated, he leans in to look at Dakota. “Don’t have your girl make trips for you anymore, man. What the fuck is wrong with you?” he says calmly but it comes across like a threat, before tossing a couple folded bills at Dakota and closing the door. I’m glad he remembered the money. Dakota would have killed me if I had left it down there.

 My boyfriend is quiet. Much more quiet than he normally is when someone threatens his masculinity. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he’s scarred of Warren.

As Dakota pulls off, his Insane Clown Posse CD playing quietly, I look out the side mirror to see warren standing with his hands in his pockets, getting soaked in the rain in nothing other than his t-shirt and jeans, watching me ride away. As Dakota begins to bitch and complain my ear, all I can think about is when ill see Warren again, then I remember; I have his coat. It would be rude of me to keep it. I’ll just have to return it to him.

•

•

It’s been a week since my interaction with Warren, and I can’t stop thinking about him.

‘Is it so wrong that I want to catch up with an old friend?’ I ask myself. Of course, there’s nothing wrong with visiting a friend, the issue lies in the fact that the thoughts I’m having of him aren’t exactly platonic.

‘I’ll just drop his coat off, thanking him for the kind gesture and be on my way.’ I tell myself as I climb into my car. ‘Okay, maybe I could make some small talk with him, that’s innocent enough. Yeah, ill ask him about his job, if he’s going to school now, stuff like that’ I manage to convince myself that this will be a short, polite visit with an old friend, but a part of me must know the truth because I tell Dakota that I’m going out with my mother for lunch.

I park my vehicle on a side street near the Lipka house, just in case Dakota drives down here for whatever reason. I grab Warrens coat and walk up to the porch.

‘Maybe he’s not home and I’ll just hand it to his parents,’ I think as I knock on the door. The thought disappoints me, but maybe it’s for the b-

“Y/n!” Warren exclaims as the door swings open. “What a pleasant surprise,” he crunches on a Cheeto, crinkling the bag as he folds it shut.

“Hey Warren,” I smile at the man standing in front of me while he licks the Cheeto dust off his fingers.

“Come in, its freezing,” he steps aside so I can enter. I frown a bit.

“Well, actually I’m just here to return your coat,” I hold out the slick material.

“How kind,” he flashes his dimples. “Are you in a rush?” He asks as he retrieves his jacket.

“Well, no…” I trail off, trying to think of an excuse, but its hard to excuse yourself from something you want more than anything else.

“Then come inside real quick, darling, just to warm up,” he winks at me and I cant help but giggle. I surrender, stepping into his warm home once again,and following him down to his room.

I sit down on his couch as Invader Zim plays on his box tv.

“This may be a bold assumption,” Warren starts as he sits down on the cushion next to me. “But I think you may have come back for something more than the raincoat,” he suggests, looking into my eyes.

“Warren-“ I begin, but I don’t know what to say. He’s right. I want to desperately finish what we almost started last week. Just the faint brushing of his lips against mine has made me feel something I’ve never experienced before. I need to feel him-

“Free weed, right?” He grins picking up the rolling tray.

Oh.

 I can’t help but blush. I thought for a moment that Warren had already forgotten about our last encounter, but the wink he sends my way suggests that he meant exactly what I thought he meant.

“It’s not often that I don’t have to match,” I admit, pulling my legs up to my chest.

“You mean with friends, right?” Warren asks before he licks the thin rolling paper, holding my gaze as his tongue slowly slides across the wrap.

“Uh,” my breath hitches in my throat. Damn he looks so good. I’ve never wanted to be a rolling paper so bad in my life. “No, I mean in general. Dakota says he’s, uhm, running a business. So I have to pay or match what I smoke every time we, uh, spark. Or else I’m stealing from him,” I mutter out. Warren smirks at the pink raising in my cheeks once again. He knows exactly what he’s doing. Thank God he can’t see the pool forming in my underwear.

“No offense y/n,” he sparks the joint, inhaling a hit of hot smoke. “But Dakotas pathetic,” he breaths out.

“None taken,” I laugh as I take the paper from his hand.

“I mean for more than just the way he treats you,” he explains as I pass the joint back to him. “I’ve known him for a while. We met through a mutual friend, a few years ago. Started smoking together, then started dealing together and breaking into the chain stores around here, ya know, the ones that just throw shit away while people are starving,” he begins to explain as he sinks into the couch, leaning his head back, blowing a cloud of smoke towards the drop ceiling tiles of his bedroom. I stare at him, taking another hit, hanging on to his every word. I could listen to his voice all day. “Soon he started shorting people on weed, over charging behind my back, he was jealous of how well I was doing, always trying to one up me, bragging about how he’s making more money than me, not caring how he achieved it. Then one night, he decided he was going to try and break into a store by himself, of course he chose the corner store down the street, the one owned by the little old lady,” he chuckles. “I beat the shit out of him as soon as I found out,” he takes a hit. “Pussy didn’t throw a single punch back. Just curled up on the ground. Worst part is; he didn’t even get anything. She chased him off with a broom,” he runs a hand through his long brown hair, finally looking at me as he hands me the spliff.

“Wow, I guess that’s why he seemed so scared the other day,” I giggle. I should feel bad, this guy just told me he beat my boyfriend up, but I almost want to thank him.

“That’s also why I get a discount,” he grins as smoke rolls out of his nostrils. “But for once,” he leans in closer to me. “I’m jealous of him,” I can feel his breath on my face. “Seeing you ride off in that car with him last week was painful to watch. You should have been right here with me,” he pushes a loose strand of hair out of my face, and I melt into his touch.

“Well,” I take in a shaky breath, unable to resist those coffee-colored eyes. “I’m here now, Warren.” And with that, the world ceases to spin as he crashes his lips into mine. I’m suddenly aware of my quick heartbeat, every ounce of blood flowing throw my veins, the electricity that shoots from Warrens hands into my body. The smell of smoke on his breath and the slightly stale air in the basement invades my senses. The kiss is desperate and hungry; something I haven’t felt in years. I moan into his mouth as he pulls me into his lap to straddle him.

“This is wrong, Warren,” I pull away reluctantly.

“No beautiful, it was wrong when he called me asking for Chelsea’s contact last month,” he pants. The mention of that whores name makes my blood boil. She’s his most recent side piece. “Had I known he was with you, I would have beat his ass again instead of sending it,” he says honestly, as his hand runs gently up my hip. My mind is made up in an instant. I take the joint out of his hand, inhaling one last hit before I set it in the ash tray. I slide down to the floor on my knees in between his legs before I take my sweater off, tossing it to the side.

“You’re right,” I grin as I reach for his buckle. The pop of the metal releasing ringing through my ears as I shimmy the jeans off his body. I look up at Warren through my lashes, his eyes wide staring down at me with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. The sight makes my core tingle.

“May I?” I ask palming him through his plaid boxers, feeling his dick stiffen under my touch.

“I insist,” he grins, helping me slide the boxers off. My eyes widen at his length in front of me. He’s perfect. I take him into my hand, holding his gaze as I let spit drip from my kiss bruised lips onto his tip, allowing me to stroke him easier. He curses under his breath as I move my hand up and down his now rock hard dick. I smile to myself before wrapping my mouth around his tip, slowly moving down his length until he hits the back of my throat, then I hollow out my cheeks, as I begin to bob up and down. Warren lifts his head to take in the sight below him. He rests a gentle hand on the back of my head.

“Fuck, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he groans, instinctively moving his hips in rhythm with my head. I hum in response as I bring my other hand underneath his length to massage his balls, earning a low moan from him.

Soon he takes over, holding my head as he thrusts into my mouth. I push him in as far as possible, gagging on his length. He stands up so he can properly fuck my throat. This isn’t something that I normally do, I never allow Dakota to use me like this. But right now, I think I would let warren do absolutely anything he desires, and I would enjoy every second of it. This is the first time I’ve ever been so turned on from pleasing someone else. My underwear is soaked my arousal and he’s barely touched me. The praise and moans coming from Warren is enough to get me off. The way his eyes peer into mine as he violates my throat, bringing a gentle thumb up to wipe the tears that creep out of my eyes makes my heart flutter.

“Come here baby,” Warren pulls out of my mouth, I gasp for air as he picks my up to carry me to his bed. He pulls his shirt over his head and asks permission to pull my pants off. I nod quickly, earning a chuckle from him. “You did so good for me,” he lays a kiss on my forehead, using his shirt to wipe the tears and spit from my face, I smile at the sweet gesture. He pulls me into a kiss after climbing on top of me, both of us now completely naked. Warrens hand wonders down to my heat, dipping a finger into my entrance, I whimper at the contact. “You really got off to me fucking your throat, huh?” He smiles against my lips, feeling how wet I am for him.

“Please just fuck me Warren,” I beg. He smirks as he lines himself up with me.

“You ready, beautiful?” He asks. I nod, impatiently scooting closer to him, begging for contact. He chuckles as he slowly pushes into me. Being stretched out has never felt so good. There’s almost no pain as I easily take him, a loud moan escapes my lips

“Shh,” he smirks as he continues to push into me, stifling his own moans. “My folks are upstairs baby, not so loud,” he explains.

“I’m sorry,” I giggle. “You just feel so fucking go-“ I cut myself off with another loud moan as he begins rocking his hips at a steady pace. I clamp my hands over my mouth to muffle my moans. Warren looks down at me as he he pounds into me, a hand reaching down to hold my breast’s that are moving in rhythm with his hips.

“God, you’re so stunning,” he praises as he uses his other hand to push his curls out of his face. The sight of Warren on top of me is something that I never want to forget. If this is the last time he has his way with me, I want to remember this moment for the rest of my life. His hungry eyes that take the time to admire every inch of my body. The way his hair bounces as his cock pounds deeper inside me than anyone has ever been.

Suddenly, he pulls away, leaving me feeling empty as he lays down beside me.

“Come here darling,” he rests his back on the head board as he pulls me on top of him. “I want you to ride me. Can you do that for me baby,” he asks as he lays sloppy kisses on my neck. I giggle in response as I straddle him, happily allowing him to fill me once again. I let out a moan of relief as that void in my stomach is satisfied.

“Fuck,” Warren grunts. “You take me so well, beautiful,” he whispers as I bounce up and down on his cock. I lean forward to kiss him, muffling the moans coming from both of us. I move my hips in unison with his as his hand grips onto my ass spreading me open so he can pound as deep in me as possible. Im positive he’s leaving fingernail makes in the soft skin, but I don’t dare stop him. Warren reaches a finger down to rub circles on my clit, giving me just what I need to approach my release.

“Fuck,” I moan into our desperate, wet kiss. “Just like that Warren please,” I beg. Feeling my body heat up and my swollen cunt begin to throb. As Warren thrusts exactly where I need him, I come undone around him as I erupt in a fit of moans and praises. The euphoria quickly filling my body as my release drips onto Warrens twitching dick. He quickly throws me off of him, cum shooting up onto my chest and on to his stomach. I swiftly dip my head down, bringing him into my mouth to milk every last drop out of him.

“Fuck y/n!” He moans in surprise. Now it’s his turn to cover his mouth as he rides out his orgasm. I pull away to lay next to Warren, our chests heaving in unison.

“Holly shit,” he laughs after few minutes of comfortable silence. “That was…you were…wow,” he turns his head to smile at me, already looking at him.

“I can say the same to you,” I giggle, running my hand over his chest. He brings me in for one last kiss, this one gentle and kind.

“You can use my shower if you’d like, I’ve made quite the mess of you,” he smirks.

“Thank you,” I smile standing up. “Uhm, we’re definitely not going to tell Dakota about this, right?” I ask, suddenly feeling… not guilty… but nervous and almost excited in a strange way.

“My lips are sealed, beautiful,” he winks, taking my hand to guide me to his bathroom.