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blackroseguzzi · 1 year

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Woosah Baby : Part 4

Summery: awkward dinners & ultrasounds

Warnings: pregnancy, divorce, mention of drugs and alcohol, language

Warrens POV

I watched as my mom placed a cube steak onto y/n’s plate. I could tell by her face that she was holding back the need to gag. After she left for work this morning I decided it was due diligence to read up on pregnancy symptoms. Apparently, yakking was completely normal.

It’s wild how little I knew about how a human comes into existence. It was gross and fascinating all at the same time.

“Y/n, how’s your mom doing?’ I watched my dad shove a piece of potato into his mouth and he chewed loudly.

“Well, I think she’s gone from drinking two bottles of whiskey a day down to one, so I’d say she’s doing well,” she laughed to herself as she pushed the food around on her plate. I knew she tried to pretend her mother’s alcoholic issues were a mere nuisance, but in reality it really bothered her. I know Y/n would never turn out like her mother, but I could tell it was something that ate at her.

My mom was still not at the table. Y/n’s eyes burnt into mine as if she was telling me to just come out and ask to talk with them. I cleared my throat.

Dad.. I,”

“Coach says you’ve missed a few practices Warren, what’s up with that?” My fathers disapproving look made me slouch in my chair. He really knew how to remind me of my dumb-fuckery.

“I know, I’ll do better,” lying to my father had been something I’ve been good at my whole life.

Yes sir, I love soccer. Yes father, I’m sober. No way am I selling drugs to my high school classmates, Dad.

“You know how important that scholarship is for your future,” my father looked between y/n and I before smiling.

“I can’t believe how long my son has been able to keep you around, Y/N.” He nudged my arm as if to say he was joking but I knew he was fucking bewildered that a girl like y/n would be into me… and stay with me for as long as she had. I had a flashback of the blonde chick I kissed at the party last night and got a pain of guilt. I wasn’t perfect, but I wanted to be for Y/n and our baby.

“Warren and I actually wanted to talk to you and Laura about something,” She looked around to see if my mom was anywhere in sight but she was off in the kitchen banging around some pots and pans. Suddenly a loud crash rang out.

“Jesus, mom you alright?” She stomped out in front of us, demanding to talk to Dad. What the hell was she so fidgety about? Did she know that Y/n was pregnant? I swallowed the thick spit forming in my mouth.

“Really, now Laura? I’m trying to have dinner with the kids and they want to talk to us,” Warren shot his wife a worrisome look.

“No now,” she stormed off again. I was getting anxious and I could tell that y/n was starting to feel uncomfortable. My parents fight, but they never did around y/n. I guess she really was just integrated into our family now.

My dad held up his finger, saying he would be back on a moment. He disappeared into the hallway towards the living room.

“What the fuck is going on?” Y/n leaned over her plate and gave me a confused look.

“They probably found weed in my pillowcase again or they’re fighting about who forgot to record the last episode of survivor,” I was trying my best to ease both our minds. We both just wanted to break the news fast.

“When we get out of here we’ll get you some Nausea meds and a milkshake. I read that morning sickness can last all day during the first trimester, “ I flashed a smile at her and she stared at me like I was some kind of mutated freak.

“Who are you, and what have you done to my Warren?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. She clearly wasn’t used to me reading, let alone about pregnancy symptoms. I just wanted her to know I was peeling back some vulnerable pieces I needed to show her in order for her to trust that I was going to take care of her and this baby.

“I’m just trying to help,” I replied. I stuffed my face with more food until my dad sat back down looking somber. I pushed the basket of rolls over towards him- bread usually helps.

He smiled sheepishly as he took one.

“So Dad, we have something…”

My mom walked towards us and placed her small hand in my shoulder. I took a deep breath about to continue, but her voice rang out before mine.

“I’m divorcing your father.”

Clang. I shot a look to y/n. She had dropped her fork against the porcelain plate. She embarrassingly picked it back up and looked at me. I could see how saddened she was for me. Did my face show any emotions? I couldn’t tell. I watched both my parents angrily storm out of the room.

“What the fuck?” I whispered. I could hear my mom making more noise upstairs. Was she fucking packing?

I got up from the table, where y/n still sat in silence. I have had some awkward encounters at her house, like the time I had to lift her mom off the toilet and into her bedroom after a night of binge drinking- but she had never had that kind of experience at my family’s home. She looked up to my parents relationship as have I. I mean if they could last 34 plus years than we could last that long as well. Except here we are both shattered by news that nothing in this world fucking lasts.

I walked over to the glass slider where my dad had escaped to, I could hear faint sobs and he was bent over.

“Are you crying?” I stared at him through the door.

“Warren lets just go,” y/n’s soft voice rang out from the table. I ignored her.

I banged at the door “ARE YOU FUCKING CRYING?”

Y/N POV

The weekend went by slower than I would have liked. After the news about Warren’s parent’s divorce, Warren was acting different. He had come to visit me at work on Sunday afternoon but was being really secretive with Spencer. I tried not to think much of it, but it bothered me. What was he hiding from me? He never hides anything from me. As soon as I had walked over towards the two of them Warren hit Spencer’s shoulder and they both completely shut up. Was Warren that stupid that I wouldn’t have caught on?

I called at 7am on Monday before my class about the ultrasound. They had a cancellation and asked if I wanted to come in that afternoon. Warren had been sleeping at my apartment all weekend and by the vibe I was getting after the news drop at dinner, I don’t think he planned on going back there.

I didn’t know if he had practice this afternoon, but he was more than likely to skip it anyway so I decided to take the appointment and email my Woman’s studies professor that I was sick. I think I had enough knowledge under my belt about the study of women anyway.

Warren and I drove in silence to the appointment. I don’t think it was out of anything but fear. I wanted to bring up the fact he was being weird with Spencer at the market, but I didn’t want to start something I most likely couldn’t finish before we got to the doctors office.

“I’m the only dude in this place,” Warren leaned over and whispered to me. I slapped his arm. This was a gynecologists office, what did he expect. I’m sure a lot of expecting dads came to appointments but today just wasn’t one of those days. “Also, I wonder why that old lady is here?” I smacked him again.

“This isn’t just a place for pregnant woman Warren,” I whispered back, my eyes wide as to let him know to shut up and that the entire waiting room could hear him. God, he had the loudest whisper voice on the planet.

A female nurse came out and called my name. I grabbed Warren’s hand and he laced his fingers into mine and we walked into the back of the office. The nurse led me to the ultrasound room that was much larger than the room I had been in on Friday. There was a chair that looked like a hospital bed laying in the middle. Lots of pictures painted the walls, lots of photos of babies inside the womb and one of a very detailed painting of a birth canal. I hoped Warren wouldn’t see that one because I know he would stare and make some kind of joke. “If you want to lay down here the tech will be in momentarily,” The nurse smiled between us leaving the room quickly.

Warren let out a deep breath. I knew he was nervous, which was a characteristic I wasn’t used to seeing in him but had showed up all damn weekend.

“Can they tell us today if it’s going to be a boy or a girl?” Warren laughed a little as he took a seat next to mine. I raised my eyebrows, embarrassed for him that he even asked me that question.

“Warren, the baby is like the size of a watermelons seed or some shit,” I shook my head and laid back on the chair. I stared at the ceiling, trying to imagine I was on a beach somewhere with a spliff and a really strong Mai Tai.

“Y/N?” A woman was at the door, she looked really friendly and had on bright blue scrub pants and a scrub top with a bunch cats riding on clouds on it. I liked her instantly.

“That’s me,” I called out. Warren stood up, extending out his hand like he was meeting the fucking president.

“I’m Warren.. I’m the dad,” He smiled politely. She shook his hand and looked at him like he was the cutest puppy dog she had ever seen. I’m sure she sees dads like Warren all the time. That was such a weird thought - Dad’s like Warren….

“I’m Bri, I’ll be your ultrasound tech today! I’m just going to do some measurements to see how far along you are and calculate a due date!” Her voice was calming and I felt a lot less terrified as I had been the last time I was here. I think Warren being here was helpful with that.

“Great, thank you so much,” I responded quietly as I watched her sit down on the chair in front of the ultrasound machine. She turned it on, and I had a flash back from the first time I watched Knocked-up with Warren. He thought it was the funniest movie ever, but you found it to be a terrifying reality for what some woman have to go through after an accidental pregnancy. Now I was that girl living her own terrifying reality.

“If you don’t mind lifting up your shirt and pulling down your yoga pants a little we can get started. The gel is a little cold, but will warm up pretty quick,” She instructed at me and I followed her directions. I placed both hands down and looked at the ceiling again. I felt Warren grab my hand and squeeze it when the gel hit my abdomen. I felt her little probe like object that was attached to the monitor on my stomach. I looked over at Warren, his eyes were fixed on the ultrasound screen. His mouth was slightly ajar and an intense scowl on his face. I swallowed hard.

“Okay, so you’re measuring at 7 weeks, and looking at your chart and last menstrual, it looks like you’ll have your little peanut around June 9th!” How did she sound so excited. That was the start of summer. How was I going to finish off finals fearing I would give birth at any moment.

“Here’s the baby, take a look,” She moved the monitor so It was closer to me. I slowly looked over and saw a black circle amongst all the static looking gray. Inside that black circle was a squiggly line and a blob. It even looked like it had a leg and an arm and I suddenly felt this overwhelming sense of….joy.

“It’s already got my big head,” Warren laughed.

The ultrasound tech, Bri, giggled as well and placed a hand on my arm. “The baby’s heart rate is at 110 beats per minute, which is fantastic.”

“So it’s healthy and I haven’t fucked anything up yet?” I don’t know what came over me, but I blurted that out without thinking.

“I just see a pretty healthy happy little peanut that is going to grow fast and be here before you know it!” Bri was used to saying this I’m sure, but it did make me feel a sense of relief and also a bit of fear.

“I can’t believe that’s OUR baby,” Warren’s voice rang out. I smiled at him and he was looking at me like I had just given him the ultimate gift. I guess I kind of was.

We finished our appointment and made another at the front desk. Warren was so invested and even pulled out his phone’s calendar to make sure he was available for the next time we’d be here. He was on cloud nine, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t too. We were going to be parents, and for one moment I wanted to be allowed to feel joyous about it, not sitting there thinking about the logistics of it all.

We got back into the car and Warren leaned in instantly to kiss me. His lips on mine made the world around us disappear.

“I’m so happy you’re the mother of my big headed baby,” Warren spoke between kisses. I laughed and hit his chest but deepening our kiss. I always thought of myself as a bit addicted to weed, but honestly I was way more addicted to Warren. No matter the dumb shit he did, he made me feel alive with his excitement of life and I wanted our child to get that characteristic from him.

“This is so crazy,” I smiled against his lips and he pulled away to stare at me. He had the most intense eyes, something else I hope our child gets from him.

“I have it all figured out. We’re going to be fine - great even.” Warren grabbed my face and kissed my forehead fast before getting back before the wheel and turning his key in the ignition. Maybe he got a job? Maybe he was selling weed?

“Oh yeah, and what makes you think we’re going to be just fine?” I was curious now, his nervousness seemed to subside and it was replaced with utter jubilance.

He laughed and drummed on the steering wheel as he pulled out of the parking lot. I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Because Spencer and I are going to pull off an Art Heist.”

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evanchantingpeters · 5 months

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

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melis-writes · 5 months

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EVAN PETERS in AMERICAN ANIMALS (2018) | dir. Bart Layton.

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zanephillips · 1 year

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Evan Peters in American Animals (2018)

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fear-is-truth · 3 months

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౨ৎ 𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑬𝒀, ⋆˚｡⋆ ⁣

⋆˚｡⋆ 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.”

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evanpeterswhoresblog · 10 months

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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…

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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...”

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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.”

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#warren lipka smut #warren lipka #american animals #evan peters #tate langdon #kit walker #kyle spencer #james patrick march

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kai-anderson-whore · 7 months

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

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

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

Word count: 2,3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

....

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

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

...

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

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

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

Warren:

' hey are you awake?'

'Why no answer?'

'Come on y/n answer'

'Please babe'

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

You:

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

Warren:

'I need to see you please y/n'

You:

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

Warren:

'Boring come on y/n'

You:

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

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

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

....

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

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

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

Warren:

'R u up?''

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

Warren:

'Come on y/n answer'

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

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

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

...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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#evan peters #epetersedit #evanpetersedit #warren lipka #american animals #*#*gifs #by autumn

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yes-divine-ruler · 10 months

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Off Limits - Warren Lipka, (Pre Cult) Kai Anderson

x fem!reader

content warning: threesome, vaginal sex, oral (warren and reader receiving), smoking weed, some sneaking around, not proofread bc i just wanna post it

word count: 3.7k

"I don't get what her problem is," Warren shrugged his broad shoulders at you as you tried to keep up with him on the sidewalk.

You'd caught the late bus home from the college library, and your best friend's older brother, and neighbour, had offered to walk you home. Warren happened to be leaving college the same time as you after an intense, sweaty hour and a half of soccer practice. When you'd bumped into him at the bus stop, Warren sparked conversation, having recognised you as the girl who is always at his house, but that he didn't quite know. You'd never taken the liberty in spending a lot of time with your best friend's family. Maybe it was because she was strict on the "don't date my brother" rule, and had kept you in hiding because of it.

"You must've done it in the past," it was your turn to shrug your shoulders, as you delve into the reason why you'd never formally met.

Warren let's out a loud laugh and claps his hands together for emphasis. You continue to walk silently beside him as he begins to explain himself.

"See, the girl she's talking about- I didn't even know they were friends. We bumped into each other at a party. She didn't even say anything and I know now that she knew exactly who I was!" Warren let's out a snort , "so if anything, that's my dear sister's fault for having friends that are horny for her brother."

You laugh along with him, trying not to make too much eye contact. It was weird enough that you were walking home with Warren; you didn't need to seem like you were just as bad as the girl that traumatised your best friend.

"Hey," Warren stops you as you arrive outside his house.

"My house is still a few doors down," you say with a small laugh, pointing your thumb in the direction of your house.

"Yeah I know, but I was wondering if you wanted to come inside? I got a friend with me, I think you'll like him. We're just gonna smoke up... if you're interested?" Warren's lips curl into a weary smile as he scratches the back of his head. You take a second to comprehend what he's asking, before you're thinking of how it might make your friend feel.

"Uh, I don't think your sister will like that," apart from the fact this was off limits, you were very intrigued to come inside and get to know your best friend's brother. He had already been so nice and it was easy to relax around him. He had a beguiling way of making people feel at ease.

"Pffft," Warren sways his hand dismissively, "she's not even here, she's staying the night at her boyfriend's place."

"Oh yeah," you mumble in agreement, realising now that any other excuse would make you look lame.

"Okay then," you nod to punctuate your sentence, lifting your gaze from your sneakers into Warren's dark, alluring eyes.

"Sick! We'll get in through the back," Warren guides you around to the corner of the house furtherest from the front yard. He stops short at a set of bulkhead doors, wrenching them open to reveal a flight of concrete stairs. You follow closely behind him as he ventures further and further down into the basement. You can't help but feel slightly nervous. You didn't want to seem inexperienced, or like you couldn't control yourself. A pungent, spunky aroma fills your nose once you're at the bottom of the stairs. A guy about your age sits on a tattered sofa in front of a TV, with a bong pressed tightly to his lips.

"This is Kai. Kai, say hello to Y/N," Kai leans back away from the bong, and blows out rings of smoke. You almost had to squint to see him through the thick, grey cloud he created.

"Hey," he offers a wave to you as he sets everything back down on the table. He had thick, chestnut hair that fell in his face. He was clothed in a white-t/flannel combo, and a pair of black jeans. He seemed like just the type of guy Warren would be friends with.

"Sit down Y/N," Warren takes a seat on the opposite side of the sofa to Kai, leaving only a spot in the middle. You clear your throat before you oblige and seat yourself between the two.

"So, what are you majoring in at college?" Kai asks you, a small smile playing at his lips as he awaits your response.

"Nothing too fancy," you smile back, "business and law."

"Fuck, that's cool," Kai lets out a dopey laugh with half-lidded eyes, "I'm doing religious studies."

Both Kai and Warren burst into a fit of laughter. You guess you could see the irony.

"That's cool too," your face flushes pink as Warren holds a lit joint in front of you. Your heart picks up pace just looking at it. You weren't an avid smoker, but you'd had your fair share of practice. It was still nerve wracking to smoke sitting between two guys you didn't really know.

"Want me to go first?" Kai leans forward and takes the joint from Warren's fingertips. You let him do it with a curt nod of your head.

You watched as Kai placed the roach between his lips . His chest expanded as he took a draw, and then he held it in.

"Stop trying to look cool Anderson," Warren snickered, leaning over and punching Kai in the arm. Kai reacted, exhaling the smoke sharply from his lungs and coughing as he tried to soothe his throat.

"Fuck... you... Lipka," Kai scowled at Warren between coughs, only making Warren laugh more.

"Now the lady's turn," Warren ignores Kai as he gets up to retrieve a soda from the bar fridge. You take a deep breath, and position the joint between your own fingers. This is so fucking stupid, you thought to yourself as you stared at it in your hand, why couldn't you just do it?

"You don't have to, you know," Warren shrugs, and goes to take the joint from you. You retract your hand away from his and shake your head.

"It's okay, I'll do it," you weren't sure if you were trying to convince him or yourself more.

"Okay princess, take your time," Kai jokes as he takes a seat next to you, propping his feet up on the coffee table. You offer him a fake laugh before finally finding the courage to bring the joint to your lips. You inhale, only a little, feeling your throat burn as your lungs fill with smoke. You hold it in for a moment before exhaling. You were surprised you didn't cough.

"Atta girl," Warren chuckles, taking the joint from your hand and bringing it to his own lips.

"Do you guys do this every night?" You asked Kai, as he mindlessly scrolled through the sit-com TV series category on Netflix.

He lets out a snort, "pretty much. Not every day does Warren bring a girl to hang out with us though."

You look over at Warren, who just rolls his eyes at his friend.

Your vision begins to go slightly blurry as you look around the room. Your fingernails dig into the skin of your thighs as your eyes settle on the small TV across from you. You were super high already and all you craved was a bag of crisps all of a sudden.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You look over at Warren, who's finished the joint and stubbed it out in the ashtray.

"It means, I only invite girls I think are pretty," he flirts, turning his entire body around to face you, "it just sucks that my sister kept us apart for so long. I wonder what she thinks would happen."

"Um.. this?," Kai rolls his eyes at his friend, "doesn't mean I'm off limits though."

Kai's way of flirting was much more obvious. He rests a hand behind your head on the sofa, and shuffles slightly closer to you. If it weren't for the pot, you'd be totally disgusted by their lame effort to trifle with you. Even though, you found them both undeniably attractive.

"I'm not even like that," your eyebrows knit together in confusion. Your best friend knew you didn't sleep around. It made you nervous and never appealed to you.

"It's not about you," Kai replies, taking another sip of his soda, "it's about Warren. He can't handle himself."

"Shut the fuck up Anderson, before I kick you out," Warren growls, covering his face with his hands in embarrassment.

"So you think I'm pretty?" You tease Warren, just as he reveals his face again. You hadn't realised that Kai had pretty much pressed the entire length of his thigh to yours in the last minute. His close proximity made your face hot.

"Yeah well, isn't it obvious?" Warren asks, with a small laugh, "you probably haven't seen me staring every-time you come over. Maybe it's because it's off limits."

"Like I said, Y/N," Kai smirks at you, "I'm not off limits."

"Did you guys trap me down here to fuck me?" You ask with a laugh, "because I'm not interested. Especially if it's going to upset my best friend."

"And if it didn't upset your best friend?" Kai probes, "smoking pot gets me ridiculously horny."

You let out a small laugh, shifting in your seat and rubbing your thigh back up against Kai's. He was right about one thing - pot definitely had the same effect on you, and it was beginning to skew your vision with rose-coloured glasses.

"Anderson, you're so fucking sick," Warren teases his friend, only for Kai to roll his eyes.

"How about you shut the fuck Lipka, and let me shoot my shot. It's not like you can do anything," Kai snickers back.

"I'm sitting right here guys. Seriously!" You argue back, standing from the couch and turning towards the two guys sat in front of you. You didn't appreciate being talked about like a piece of meat, or the bickering over you when you were just trying to relax and have a good time. Of course, it flattered you to a certain extent, but it wasn't the vibe you were searching for.

"Hey! Sit down, look, we're sorry. Right Kai? That's not cool of us," Warren responds softly without eye contact, whilst rolling another joint.

"Yeah, we're sorry," Kai backs up his friend, "come sit, we'll watch a movie."

You sit back down between them hesitantly, watching Kai flick through horror movies on Netflix. Warren offers you some of his joint, and without thinking, you take another hit. Kai gets up to switch off the lights, and joins you both back on the couch. The movie plays at a press of a button, and you settle yourself deeper in the backrest of the couch to get comfortable. Your head spins with the pot you'd just smoked, and it takes everything in you not to close your eyes and fall asleep. That is, until the first jump-scare of the movie frightens you half to death.

In the process, you hadn't realised you'd tucked yourself securely under Warren's arm. He doesn't object, instead wrapping his strong arm around you and holding you into his side. You can't help the accelerated beating of your heart as you basked in his scent. He smelt so good. Despite how bad it was that you were cuddled up with your best friend's older brother.

You turn over to glance at Kai, who's got a blanket draped across his lap. He's watching the movie with his eyes half-closed and the sight alone makes you giggle. You nudge Warren so he turns to look down at you and mouths 'what?'. You point a finger in Kai's direction, and then you both laugh at him quietly.

As the movie progresses, you find yourself more cuddled into Warren and even closer to Kai. You hadn't realised that you'd placed a hand on Kai's thigh, and that it was slowly advancing up his leg. God, what the fuck were you thinking? Trying to cuddle up to two guys at once? One of which you knew was off limits? It must be the weed.

Without turning his head, Kai places his hand strategically over yours. A dull pulse ignites between your legs and your mind races at 200 miles an hour, trying to think of how you were going to make this work.

"I can't choose," you randomly blurt, gaining the attention of both guys. Kai even paused the movie because he didn't think he'd heard you right.

"Did you just say 'I can't choose?'" Warren's brows knit together in confusion as Kai stares blankly at you. You immediately regretted saying anything at all, but now, you had to explain your way out of looking like an even bigger idiot.

"I mean, both of you want to fuck me, and I think I've changed my mind. Like Kai, I'm incredibly horny."

Warren almost chokes on his own tongue. Kai's hand on yours squeezes tightly, and the two guys look at each-other in disbelief. It was like they were telepathically agreeing something between them.

"Who said you have to choose?" Kai finally replies, taking your hand and moving it up his clothed thigh. You turn to Warren, who offers you a lopsided smile.

"I mean, he's right?" Warren says it like it's a question, and for a moment, you consider it. You'd never been in a situation quite like this one, where you were seated between two guys you found insanely attractive, who both wanted to dote on you.

"How would that even work?" You ask, trying to stifle your laughter. It just seemed so ridiculous that this was happening, regardless of how badly you wanted it right now.

"And have you done this before or something?" You look between Warren and Kai curiously. Kai shrugs his shoulders.

"I haven't with Lipka, but sure, I know how it works," Kai was confident enough to unzip his jeans from under your palm, leaving the fabric of his boxers being the only thing stopping you from touching him completely.

"Look- I'm horny as fuck, and high, and I think it'd be an interesting experience," Warren moves his arm from around you, and places it instead, on your thigh. His touch almost makes you sigh from how good it felt.

"Okay," you say simply, taking the liberty of making the first move and connecting your lips to Warren's. Never in a million years, did the three of you think you'd be in this situation. You just knew your best friend would be furious. But for some reason, it only fuelled your desire for them, alike to foraging for a forbidden fruit.

You feel Kai move from next to you, and soon there's two warm palms separating your legs. Distracted by Warren's tongue exploring your mouth, you pay little attention to Kai as he runs his hands up your thighs. Kai's fingertips skim the lower band of your panties, soon to dig into the waistband and take them off your legs. Everything was moving so fast. The kiss didn't break until you felt Kai's tongue on your pussy.

You moaned into Warren's mouth before he moved away to litter kisses down your jaw. It allowed you to let out as many sounds as you wanted to. Kai used his thumbs to seperate your folds. His nose nudged blissfully against your clit as he tasted you. One of your hands made its way into his hair, tugging softly on his brown curls as he expertly worked at your pussy. Warren worked fast to lift up your shirt, reaching around to your back to unclasp your bra and let it fall.

"Fuck, you taste good," Kai mumbled against your dripping cunt as Warren took one of your taut nipples in his mouth. He sucked on it, rolling his tongue around the stiff bud, kneading the other in his hand.

Your other hand wondered over to the front of Warren's jeans, unfastening the best you could with one hand. Taking the hint, Warren helps you tear down his pants and boxers, revealing his cock to your palm. You wrap your fingers around it, squeezing gently as you began to stroke him. Strategically smearing the pre cum that leaked from his tip down his length, your hand moved in sync with Kai's tongue as it immersed itself between your pulsing walls.

As if the heat had been turned up in the room, the three of you began to slightly perspire. Warren growls against your chest, feeling a tightness already in his groin. You take a moment to glance down at Kai, seeing him already staring up at you. He leaves sloppy kisses against your sensitive bundle of nerves, his gaze intense as he sucks you into his mouth. That being, your final straw.

"I'm gonna cum, oh my god!" You squeal as your orgasm washes over you in intense, pleasurable waves. Your thighs shake around Kai's head, and he doesn't stop until you're begging him to.

"I'm not breaking too many rules if it's just head?" Warren asks shyly, as Kai gets up from the floor. You ignore his question only for a moment, as Kai forces your lips onto his. His tongue swirls around your mouth, allowing the taste of you to linger on your own taste buds.

"Get up here, I need to bury my cock inside you, like right now," Kai is a little rougher than Warren, and pulls you up onto the couch on all fours. Now face to face with Warren's cock, it works perfectly.

"Does this answer your question?" You ask slyly, cupping his heavy balls in your hand as the tip pushes past your lips. Warren’s fingers tangle in your hair, pushing your mouth further down his thick cock. He hits the back of your throat, and surprisingly, it doesn’t make you gag.

You can feel Kai behind you, positioning his tip between your dripping folds. He spits, directly where his tip meets your pussy. A moment passed before he’s stretching you out from behind. Your eyes roll as he fits his cock inside you, spreading open your ass cheeks with his hands. His fingers dug into your skin, kneading at the plush of your ass as he finally, bottoms out inside you.

“Oh fuck,” Kai moans, trying to keep his eyes open. He’s not all too interested or aroused in seeing his friend receive head, but it definitely was the hottest thing him, or Warren, had ever done. Something to definitely bring up later with their other friends.

Your eyes swell with tears as Warren continues to hit the back of your throat. Kai begins thrusting his hips, digging at your sensitive walls right at the spot that swells to his tip. The tears almost fall from the pleasure alone.

“Holy shit, your mouth feels amazing,” Warren groans, resting his head back on the sofa as you pick up pace around him. You use your hand and mouth in sync, your tongue running along the side of his shaft with every repetition of your movements.

“This weed is some good shit, I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer,” Kai is whining behind you, clawing in desperation at your ass cheeks, reaching your cervix with every ravaging thrust.

You never imagined how good it would feel to be used like this. Having two of your holes filled to the brim. You definitely weren’t going to see sex with one other person as as satisfying ever again.

“Oh fuck, Y/N, I’m cumming,” Warren gasps breaths of air as you remove your mouth from him, using your hand to finish him off with your tongue placed strategically at his tip. Kai isn’t far behind, and it takes everything in you to remain focused on Warren’s release. Warren’s hips lift off the couch as he cums, painting your tongue white with his load. You swallow it with ease, giggling as Warren rests back with his eyes closed.

“Fuckfuckfuck, I’m gonna cum too,” Kai calls out behind you, “fuck your pussy feels so good.”

You hold onto Warren as Kai releases, taking himself out of you to cum all over your ass. He takes a deep breath as he pulls up his pants.

“Shit, let me get you something to clean that up,” Warren pushes up off the couch, leaving you on all fours, to pick out a fresh hand towel.

“Kai, clean it up, dickhead,” Warren calls out to his friend, passing him the towel. Kai cleans you off, leaving you able to dress yourself again. The basement reeks of sex, and your heart drops at the thought of your best friend walking in just this second.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Warren begins rolling yet another joint, “she’s not gonna be back, trust me.”

“That was probably the best sex of my life,” Kai comes back down the basement stairs, holding a bowl of popcorn and a bag of salt and vinegar crisps. You didn’t even notice he disappeared.

You only laugh and shake your head in response, checking your phone awkwardly for the time.

“I’ve been here two hours? Shit, my parents wanted me home for dinner tonight,” you get up suddenly, making sure your clothes don’t look too crumpled, and presentable enough to go home in.

“I’ll walk you,” both Kai and Warren say at the same time, and the room goes silent. Were they making you choose?

“How about, you both walk me home. Sound good?” You smirk at the two guys who were obviously at your mercy after the sex you’d just shared. Part of you resonated with that, like you didn’t want to leave them.

“Heyy Y/N,” Kai asked curiously, as Warren held your hand loosely along the side walk. The sun had long set now, and the street lamps were on. Stopping outside your house, you turn to Kai.

“Hm?” You ask, as Warren remains by your side.

“You wanna come back tomorrow?” Warren shoves Kai, sending him tumbling back. The two of them were like man-children. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Maybe.. if you’re lucky,” you lean over and plant a soft kiss to Kai’s lips, before pressing a kiss to Warren’s.

The two of them watch you from the end of your driveway as you approach the front door, and with a final wave, they’re both out of sight. Now to eat dinner with your parents after having a threesome.

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Could you write something ab evan being jealous ? Maybe some angst and then smut?

A/N: hi there anon!!! im so sorry it took FOREVER to get to your rec i was MEGA busy with work but im back now!!! i hope this is good and im trying to use the advice that one person gave to me the other day lol so i hope this is good!!

Warnings: smut, pnv, riding, jealousy, crying, lmk if i missed any

WC: 1897

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Jealous Guy

evan peters x fem!reader

Today was the very first day that Evan invited you on set for one of his movies. You knew full well why he hadn’t before, he was a jealous guy and couldn’t stand you being too friendly with his co-stars. It’s not that he didn’t trust you, no he trusted you fully. He just didn’t trust other guys to be as respectful of your relationship. This particular movie had been American Animals and you were so excited to see it that Evan just dragged you on set. You sat out by the set while Evan was in his dressing room, you looked around for any familiar faces and upon finding none you looked down at your phone until you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Uh, hey,” a man timidly said “my name's Drew Starkey” he extended his hand for you to shake which you do.

“Hi! I’m Y/N L/N” you smile at the boy, Evan would definitely be mad right now but you were having a wonderful time talking to Drew.

“So, who do you play? I’ve never seen you before” he questions.

“Oh i’m not in the movie, i’m actually Evan’s girlfriend” you smile proudly, you were so proud to be able to say that no matter who you were talking to. Sometimes it didn’t even feel real to you.

“Oh cool!” you had been so wrapped up in the conversation that you hardly noticed Evan standing in the corner with his arms crossed over his chest. As the conversation went on he only got more frustrated, did this guy not know you were his? He decided he’d had enough and walked up to the two of you.

“Evan! Hi babe, have you met Drew?” you tried to introduce the two

“Yeah, i’ve seen him” he wraps his arms around you from above and shoots Drew a look that can only be read as get the fuck away from my girl.

“Uh, I think it might be best for me to leave,” Drew nervously says “nice to meet you Y/N!” Once he’s out of sight Evan leans down to your ear.

“I don’t trust him for one second” he whispers.

“Evan, baby he was just being friendly” you coo back at him, reaching a hand up behind you to run through his hair.

“Sure it starts friendly until he’s making advances on you” he says before placing a small kiss to your hair.

“Evan, I made it very clear I'm your girlfriend” you crane your neck to look at him, he looks absolutely beautiful in this costume. He opens his mouth to say something until he’s called over to the set. It's an unsurprisingly long day on set, leaving you to be no short of extremely bored. The particular scene with Drew in it had ended and he came up behind you, tapping your shoulder with an excited ‘boo!’ leaving you to jump a bit in your seat and then laugh.

Since they weren’t filming at that moment, Evan jumped at the sound of your laughter ringing out throughout the building. He found the source of the noise quickly and what had caused it. Drew. He had to ground himself, he was an actor after all and he couldn’t let this throw off the scene for everyone else who wasn’t having a particularly bad day. But he couldn’t ignore the pit of rage growing in his abdomen, allowing him to clench his fists and close his eyes. He tried to focus on taking breaths and ignoring how Drew sat in the chair across from you. He was so smug, with his legs crossed and his hand tucked in a fist under his chin while his other hand was laid across the armrest of the chair. Evan was sure if he looked any longer he might explode so he decided it would be a good idea to just focus until shooting was over that day.

When they finally wrapped on filming the last scene for that day he immediately went back to his trailer. Drew was long out of his costume and still talking to you. You found it awfully odd how Evan didn’t come and say hello and that he’d be out shortly. It made guilt churn inside of you, you didn’t think you did anything wrong. Maybe he was mad about Drew? That couldn’t be it considering you made it extremely clear that you were Evan’s girlfriend.

“Sorry Drew, i’m gonna go make sure Evan’s okay,” you explained, getting out of your seat, “it was nice to meet you though!”

“Nice to meet you too y/n” he smiled, pulling out his phone and scrolling as you made your way down the hall to the exit of the studio. You look around a little bit until you find the familiar trailer with a sign with Evan’s name on the front. Before you walked to the door you heard a choked cry. Was he crying? You prayed he wasn’t crying. You walked up to the door and knocked a couple times.

“I’m- uh changing” you heard a weak voice say from somewhere deep in the trailer.

“Evan, baby, it’s me” you spoke through the open window of the trailer. It takes a few seconds but he comes to the door and opens it. Your worst fears come true when you realize he’s been crying. He’s changed out of his costume but his face is all red and puffy, his fluffy blonde hair is disheveled and his big beautiful eyes are bloodshot. “Oh baby” you speak before enveloping him in a hug. The door shuts and locks behind you as he wraps his arms around you tightly. He sits down on the floor with you still in his arms. Your hand comes up to his hair and goes through it, your eyes shed their first tear onto his chest.

“Do you like him better than me?” he manages to choke out softly into your ear.

“What?” you check to make sure you heard him correctly

“I said, do you like Drew better than me?” he asks again, pulling your head back to look you directly in your eyes.

“Is that what’s got you so worked up baby?” you ask which earns a simple nod from him “oh Evan, you know I couldn’t ever ever love anyone as much as I love you. Especially Drew, he’s nice but he’s not you. No one is you” you press a loving kiss to his lips which he returns.

“Thank you” he whispers against your lips “I love you”

“I love you too” you whisper before leaning towards his lips again. You tangle your hands in his hair and pull slightly, earning a groan from Evan. “Let me take care of you?” you ask, pushing him back onto the ground with your hand. He gulps but nods as you grind against the growing bulge in his pants, earning a few whimpers from him.

“So beautiful.” you whisper in his ear before planting open mouthed kisses onto his neck. You suck lightly on his sweet spot which makes him moan out.

“Fuck, baby please” he grabs your hips to keep you moving over his bulge.

“Don’t want people hearing us hm?” you tease before getting up and closing the open window of the trailer, just to sit back down on him again. You really don’t want to tease him at this point just because of how much he’s had to endure all of today. “Gonna show you how much I love you” you coo at him before slipping his pants off and sliding his t-shirt over his torso. You run your hands up and down his abs, he tightens them and lets out a low groan. His hands find your waist and slide your shirt over your head.

“Baby, you’re so pretty” he groans out before undoing the clasp on your bra and toying with your sensitive nipples. He takes the left one in his hand and pinches it. You let out a high pitched moan at the sensation, almost completely forgetting you were supposed to be taking care of him.

“Evan, please let me take care of you” he leans back and lets go of your nipples.

“Mhm, do whatever you want baby” he groans out as you kiss down his collarbone and down his torso. He’s squirming under you and breathing hard. He’s a mess of whimpers and whines as you trace your lips down to the place where he needs them the most. Your fingers loop under his boxers and tug them down just enough to free his aching cock. It springs up onto his stomach, hard and dripping with pre-cum. You trace your hand across the tip which elicits a small whimper from him. His hands find your hips and squeeze hard enough to leave marks but the pain was completely overrode by the pleasure.

You lined yourself up with the tip of his dick and started to sink down. You let out a soft moan while he groaned from deep in his chest. You sat there for just a moment, letting yourself adjust. No matter how many times you and Evan fucked you were never really able to start immediately moving because of his size.

“Fuck, baby you can move if you’d like” he managed to get out so you rolled your hips over him. His breath hitched and it took everything in him not to cum right then and there. You start bouncing on his dick and moan out with every roll of your own hips. His groans only get louder as you continue on him. You lean down to his ear so that he’s able to hear your nosies clearly.

“See how perfect you are for me” you reassure him “no one can do what you do baby” you place a small kiss on the space under his ear and he whimpers. His hips chase yours every time you bounce on him. He captures you in another hungry kiss and softly pulls on your hair. You moan at the feeling which only spurs him on. His hips start thrusting to meet yours halfway. Your moans get more broken and you’re sure that the trailer is shaking. There’s nothing you care about more than Evan right now. “Evan…” you manage to moan into his ear.

“Yeah baby, say my name, fuck, just like that” he grunts out with a particularly harsh roll of your hips. Your moans get sporadic as he starts taking control, thrusting up into you with no particular rhythm. He’s just making sure you both get to your impending orgasms. His thumb finds your clit and starts drawing small circles. Your hips buck into him and you feel that all too familiar coil start to snap in your lower abdomen.

“Evan… fuck, i’m gonna” you whimper out against him

“Please, baby, i’m close too” he moans as your walls tighten around him. It only takes a few more thrusts for him to pull out and shoot his seed all over your body. Your body collapses onto his as he places a soft kiss to your hair. “You’re all mine” “I know Evan” you smile as he helps you get your clothes back on and get in the car. All you know is that the night is far from over.

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