I Didn’t Know Where Else to Go
Warren Lipka x reader smut
I am so ungodly attracted to this man
Warnings: a lot of foul language, harassment, bullying, drinking/drugs, smut, fingering, p in v penetration, unprotected sex, orgasm
a/n: I saw a tik tok about enemies to lovers and came up with this 🙊🙈 excuse any errors, as always lol
You and Warren Lipka were far from friends, enemies if you will. You were this good girl with daddy wrapped around your finger and he was the bad boy who always got himself into trouble somehow, whether it be with the police or with another human who outdid his strength. You weren’t strangers to each other, almost every party you went to he was either there already or would show up later. And he always had something to say to you.
“You know they say when a boy is mean to a girl it’s because they like her?” You teased one time, causing the many people in the room to laugh and Warren to become flustered and annoyed.
“You’re nothing to like.” He’d scoff. “You’re not even fun to be around. One little inconvenience and you run back to your daddy to fix it. You’re pathetic, honestly. Leftovers for later when the actual meal goes cold.” His words stung you, they often did because he always threw it in your face that you’re dad helped you. As if it was a bad thing? But the way he spoke of it embarrassed you in front of your friends. You had always tried to stay as humble as possible but Warren always made you seem otherwise.
“Did daddy buy you that car?”
“Does daddy pay all your bills even when you’re 23 years old?”
“Oh look, the rich bitch is here.”
He always had something to say. And you hated it. You hated him.
Tonight was no different. You were at a party, a pretty and short black dress on and your high heels somewhere in the living room since you’ve ridden of them the second your feet began hurting. You were pretty tipsy, having taken 3 shots of tequila with your girlfriends while the boys cheered you all on. And you were sipping on the pineapple Malibu you held in to tightly while you danced in the middle of all of your friends. You were having a great time and you weren’t even that drunk yet. Though you never got too drunk, your dad taught you that it’s better to get to the right buzz that way you sober up quicker and know what you’re doing. It’s worked all these years and you didn’t plan on stopping.
The living room was loud, music blasting and people singing and talking and yelling to another. You only danced your little heart away to the music, your eyes closed and arms held in the air careful not to spill your drink. You hadn’t even noticed the few people who had come through the front door and at the moment you didn’t care. That was until an angry yell broke you from your music high, your eyes shooting open and looking around for the possible fight that was going to break out.
Of course your eyes landed on Warren who was smirking while one of the guys who’s been at the party since it started was practically cowering over Warren, his finger pointing at him and jabbing into his chest. You weren’t sure what started the fight, but it wasn’t really on your list of things to happen tonight. When you realized the bigger man was getting ready to punch Warren, you quickly strolled over to them and rested your hand on the boys raised arm. He looked at you angrily, but it slowly diminished at the sight of you. You only sent him a soft reassuring smile and within moments, the boy took a step back from Warren, who was still standing there with a smirk on his lips and his arms crossed over his chest confidently. The boy looked back to Warren and with a deep, obvious annoyed sigh, he turns and walks off. The rest of the crowd turns back to their previous doings at the realization that there would be no fight to watch, and you look back at Warren, copying his stance by crossing your arms.
“What is wrong with you? He would’ve crushed your skull.” You furrowed your eyebrows genuinely wondering what goes through this dudes mind that makes him so reckless.
“Hm, good thing the little princess was there to save me, right? One look from you and he backs down in a fight? What, you fuck him too?” You clenched your jaw at his last question, feeling the rage inside of you boiling in your chest. Warren was always quick to calling you a slut or a whore. According to him, your body count was probably 300.
“You have some real nerve, Lipka.” You shook your head and turned in your bare heel no longer wanting to be near him.
“Yeah, go cry about it to your daddy.” You heard him call back at you with a laugh. Spencer was stood next to him but being the low key guy he is, he said nothing and didn’t acknowledge Warren’s “joke”.
You made it to the kitchen and witnessed a few other guys snorting a line of coke off the counter, furrowing your eyebrows in disgust and walking to the counter to get yourself a glass of water. Your mood was low since the interaction with Warren, you were ready to leave as soon as you sobered up which wouldn’t take long. You chugged the glass of water and set it in the sink, gasping at the hands that snaked around your waist from behind you.
You looked back still startled by the interaction and looked at the guy who had just snorted some Coke now clinging to you from behind. “You got all the guys here wrapped around your finger, know that? Whatdya hiding under this dress baby?” He was obviously fucked up and you were not having it, immediately pulling yourself from his hold and storming past him not in the mood to be slut-shamed again. Especially when you’ve only had sex a handful of times and all of them were with you longtime ex boyfriend from high school. You had a pretty face and people liked you and that made you a slut, apparently.
“Aw come on don’t be like that” he called out to you but you continued your way and ignored him, “bet I’ll convince her next time.” You could hear him laugh with his friends and once again, you blood boiled. You irrationally grabbed the glass bottle full of cheap vodka that was next to you and turned back around, matching your way back to the man. He turned to you with a grin, thinking you had changed your mind but before he had the chance to speak, you swung the glass bottle into the side of his head, the sound of glass shattering and the man hitting the floor causing silence throughout the house.
All eyes were on you, warrens included, and no one knew what to say. The man was groaning in pain, bleeding from the side of his forehead and seemed pretty fucking dazed. “You just fucking assaulted me, you dumb bitch!” He groaned out trying to stand. You took a step back from him but remained angry and threatening. You didn’t even feel the shards of glass that had sliced into your arms when it shattered on him.
“I guess you should learn to control your fucking mouth? What, are you gonna turn me in? I’m not the one high off fucking coke.” You raised an eyebrow daring him to continue arguing, though he didn’t. His buddies helped him up and with a few glares and nasty looks they led him out of the kitchen. You clenched your jaw and looked around at the crowd still staring at you in silence. “Don’t you all have something better to do?” You raised your voice at them, a few turning away quickly to act preoccupied and a few continuing to watch as you marched from the kitchen to the living room to grab your phone and storm out of the house. The party was over for you, you wanted to go home.
And so you made it to your small apartment where you entered and slammed your keys down on your counter and took a few breaths to calm yourself. You were ridiculously worked up and you knew it was over so stressing over it was going to do you no good. Instead, you stripped yourself of your dress, already barefoot having forgotten your shoes, and made your way to your bathroom to start a hot shower. You stepped in once at the right temperature and closed your eyes as the steaming water hit your body and relaxed you muscles, exactly what you needed. You weren’t even sure how long you’d been in but finally drew yourself from it and slipped on some short spandex and an oversized shirt to get comfortable.
You made your way to your couch and sat down snuggling into a blanket and searched through Hulu for a movie to watch. You really wanted to go to sleep, but you needed the noise so you didn’t feel alone, especially after such a bad night. You settled on The Proposal, one no one could ever go wrong with, and just barely got comfortable when you heard a knock at the door. You couldn’t control the groan that came from your lips as you threw the blanket off and stood, striding to the door in annoyance and throwing it open, as if your dad taught you nothing about answering doors especially at midnight. You weren’t sure who you’d see waiting for you, but you definitely weren’t expecting to see Warren standing there.
You furrowed your eyebrows at him in even more annoyance, as if your night could get any worse, and you were about to ask him what the fuck he wanted but your mouth shut instantly at the sight of his bruised face and bloody lip. “What happened?” You asked instead. He tried to look anywhere but your eyes, almost ashamed of himself. You only remained looking at his beaten face in concern. “Do you need a doctor? I can take you.”
“No.” He finally spoke and you tilted your head confused, finally shaking it as if to ask him to elaborate what was going on. “I..” he cleared his throat and took a deep breath in. “These guys. They were talking some real bad shit about you. Like bad. I’m talking jumping you for what you did to their friend. It pissed me off and so I beat the fuck out of them. But it was me against three so, I look like this.” Your body tensed at the thought of what these guys could’ve, would’ve, done to you. Frat boys could be really screwed up and not many had respect for girls. Girls were a means of pleasure and a punching bag to them. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know where else to go.” He finally looked at you and met your eyes. Yours softened realizing that the man you never liked or got along with defended you behind your back, and you were thankful.
“Are they..?” You started and trailed off but he knew what you were going to ask and shook his head.
“No. They backed off and went back to partying. I don’t think they’ll fuck with you.”
You let out a sigh of relief and nodded. There was a silent awkward beat before you finally stepped aside. “You can come in. I should clean up your lips so it doesn’t get infected.” You insisted and he obliged, letting himself enter into your home. You closed the door behind him and went straight to your sink to retrieve a wet towel and some alcohol as well as an ice pack. He decided to sit at your table while he waited for you and you joined him a moment later, sitting in front of him. “Can I?” You asked permission before starting and he simply nodded. You began wiping the blood away and once clean you hesitated. “This might burn” you whispered and he only nodded again bracing himself and wincing once the alcohol met his gash. You apologized quickly and placed the wet towel over it to try to ease the burn and in minutes he seemed no longer phased.
You removed the towel and examined it, seeing it now perfectly clean and only a cut that was no longer bleeding, smiling to yourself at your work. “Here, I brought an ice pack for your swollen eye. It’ll help it.” You encouraged him to take it from you and he did, placing it against the side of his face.
“Thanks.” He nodded to you awkwardly. Another silent beat passed as you both struggled for words, having literally never been in each others presence where it wasn’t hateful; having never been alone. It was weird for you both, though not uncomfortable.
“Why did you defend me?” You finally asked, wanting to understand given your past with the other. He owed you nothing, you were just as mean and spiteful to him. Your eyes were on his curiously, desperate to know.
He shifted awkwardly and shrugged. “Don’t know. I guess it just made me sick to think about letting them do what they were saying. I had to at least try to stop them.”
“But why?” You asked immediately. “You hate me.”
He furrowed his eyebrows and looked down at the table as he went over your statement, almost ashamed of the way he’s treated you. “Just because I don’t like you doesn’t mean I want you hurt.”
Your eyebrows raised in surprise. You weren’t sure what you were expecting him to say but it wasn’t that. And it honestly made you happy, appreciative. It brought a whole new light to Warren you’d never seen before.
You copied him by looking down at your hands and picking at the skin on your finger while thinking everything over. “Well, thank you. I owe you one.”
“No you don’t.” He said almost in disbelief, looking up to meet his eyes again that were on you already. “You don’t owe me anything. Not for this.” The seriousness in his voice told you not to object, only nodding in response. You were both still sat next to the table facing each other. Your knees were against his from how close you’ve been by cleaning up his face. And it was like something took over you. This new light you saw him in was almost hypnotizing, making you do what it wanted you to do and having no say — not that you minded.
You leaned forward in your chair, your eyes never leaving his, and he was quick to understand what you wanted, leaning in grabbing your waist and pulling you from your chair onto his lap. Your bodies were against each other now, your face slightly above his making him have to look up at you. You gazed down at him, wondering if you should really do this or not. But you couldn’t control yourself, you were so fucking attracted to the guy right now. You wanted him and by the looks of it, he wanted you too.
Your hands slid up his arms to his shoulders before stopping on either side of his face, now caressing him. His eyes never left yours and there was a look of hunger and desperation in them, but he wanted you to be sure. You finally lowered your face closer to his and let your lips close the small gap you had left in a gentle kiss. You felt his hands find their way under your shirt and softly move over the bare skin on your waist and back, his fingertips beginning to trace your sides up and down sending a shiver down your spine and goosebumps to arise all over. You broke the kiss only to tilt your head the other way allowing you kiss him again more deeply. His hands began grabbing at your sides harder causing a small moan from you to escape into his mouth, only turning him on more.
He quickly took ahold of your waist now and pushed you down onto him, both of you breaking the kiss to let out a moan as you felt his bulge pressing into you, so close to where you wanted it to be. He wasted no time in reconnecting his lips to yours, now allowing his tongue to slide into your mouth. His hands slide down to your ass and grabbed ahold of it as he stood from his chair, holding you up. Your legs instantly wrapped around his waist, your arms hooking around his neck as you both continued your heavy makeout while he carried you to what he assumed was your room.
Once at the foot of your bed, he broke the kiss and slowly lowered you onto it now hovering above you. You pushed your self back towards the pillows and leaned forward, grabbing him and pulling him on to you so needing, leaning yourself up so you could attach your lips to his again and feeling him lower you both so you were laying flat now, his arms holding him over you on either side of your head. Your hands slowly made their way to the bottom of his shirt and pulling on it, indicating you wanted it off, him leaning back upright and removing it, tossing it somewhere on your floor. His hands immediately went to your spandex, hooking his thumbs into them and beginning to pull them off. You took leaned up enough so you could remove your own shirt while he stripped you of your bottoms, now leaving you completely bare and exposed to him.
Your heart began thumping louder in your chest as you realized you were laying naked in front of him, becoming insecure and covering your exposed breasts from him.
“Hey, hey” you heard him say, your eyes closed from the fear of his reaction to your body. You felt him lean back over you and use one of his hands to push your hair from your face, tracing down your cheek gently. “You don’t have to hide yourself from me. You’re fucking beautiful.” His words were so soft and sincere that it picked a weight off your chest, you eyes blinking open and looking up to meet his. They held so much truth behind them as they gazed down at you that the insecurity you felt simply diminished while looking into them. This was a new part of Warren you had never seen, never expected to see either. And as you looked at the man shirtless above you, you couldn’t help but take in his beautiful features, they made him look like a fucking God.
You slowly removed your arms from your chest allowing him to see your breasts, his eyes looking down and taking them in. “Fuck” he whispered out, his eyes flickering back to yours before his head dipped down and took one of your nipples in his mouth. Your own mouth fell open at the new sensation, his other hand tracing over your shoulder before landing on and taking your other breast into it, kneading and softly rubbing over the other nipple. Your eyes stayed on his, watching him suck on and play with your tits while he watched your desperation grow. Light moans escaped, feeling yourself becoming more and more wet from the pleasure he was giving you, your head falling back into the pillow as you showered in it. You pushed your chest up into him needy for more feeling, bucking your hips into him immediately after to relieve some of the pressure being built up in your aching pussy. He quickly grabbed your hips and pushed you back down into the bed to deny you of the relief, your eyes shooting open to look at him with confusion.
He looked up yo meet yours and gave you an innocent smile before pushing himself lower and placing each of your legs over one of his shoulders, now able to see your dripping pussy. He groaned at just the sight and you watched with furrowed brows, impatient to feel him. “So fucking wet for me, huh?” He teased, one of his fingers coming up to play with your clit. You sucked a sharp breath in, still watching him, his own eyes on your heat. The desperation you felt was becoming almost painful and you couldn’t control the second buck if your hips just to feel more of him. He took the chance to use his other hand, pushing a finger inside of you with such ease, a long moan escaping from you.
“Yes.. please..” you begged, feeling pathetic in doing so but needing more. He didn’t hesitate, pushing another finger in and sliding them out, watching in awe as your juices soaked them completely. His ears filled with another moan from you, and he finally began finger fucking you faster, just like you wanted. You gasped and your back arched off the bed as he watched proudly, the sight of you and the sound of you making him harder if it were even possible. God, he couldn’t wait to feel you around his throbbing dick.
He fingered you for some minutes longer before pulling them from you, moving himself back over you. He brought his fingers to your mouth and opened, tasting yourself on his fingers with no hesitation. He groaned at the sight of his fingers in your mouth and lowered his head into your neck, leaving hot open mouthed kisses from your ear to your collar bone, allowing himself to suck on the thin, sensitive skin while he worked on removing his jeans and boxers. His dick spray upward finally being released and you quickly wrapped your hand around him and jerked him off while he moaned into your collar bone, biting down on it causing you to gasp. His hips began moving, sliding perfectly through your hand that was still wrapped around him. You closed your eyes at the beautiful sound of his low moans against your skin.
After another moment of jerking him, he grabbed your hand from him along with your other and pressed them into the mattress, once again on either side of your head and hovered above you. His eyes were so much darker now as they looked back into yours that we’re looking up at him through your long lashes.
“Are you ready?” He asked and you nodded eagerly, so much more than ready. “Are you sure this is okay?” He double checked and the simple question caused so many butterflies in your stomach that it nearly took your breath away. You blinked a few times before nodding again, this time much slower and serious. Before he could do anything, you leaned up and placed a small, reassuring kiss on his lips before falling back against the pillows as your hands were still held down by his. A half smile broke on his lips before his hand released yours and reached down to line himself with your entrance, immediately taking your hand and pressing it back into the mattress. Your eyes held contact as he slowly pushed himself into you, both of you moaning from the feeling that you’ve both been waiting for.
He pulled himself out and slowly reentered you a few times to allow you to adjust to him, then he leaned down and connected your lips as he began speeding up, your moans muffled against his mouth, a sound he fucking loved. You bit down on his bottom lip, his eyes closing and Devilish smile forming on his lips. He released your hands and grabbed your waist tightly and in one quick, swift motion he flipped you around, a squeak coming from you, so you were now straddling him. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his chest and held you to him while he thrusted up into you hard now, gasps leaving your mouth with each one that felt it was hitting deeper and deeper inside of you.
Your hips began moving in sync with him to help him reach the deepest part of you, his eyes fluttering shut while yours watched him from a above him. “You’re so fucking hot” you squeaked out while he continued thrusting and you continued riding him, unable to keep your own eyes open from the pleasure. You squirmed from his hold and sat upright so it was easier to grind into him with each bounce, which also happened to cause enough friction on your clit to push you closer to the edge.
“Fuck, Warren, I’m gonna cum,” you nearly cried out, your head falling back and your hands grabbing his legs to keep you balanced. He quickly brought his hand to your clit again and rubbed quick circles, a string of moans leaving your open mouth while he watch in awe, never taking his eyes off of you.
“Cum for me baby, fuck” he groaned, thrusting harder into you as his own orgasm drew close. “Cum all over me, princess.” You let out a breathless laugh at his usual nickname he decided to use, grinding yourself into him at his last hard thrust, pushing you both over the edge.
“fuck fuck fuck” you whined as your buddy feel forward into him, his hands gripping your hips to hold you in place with his dick deep inside of you as he came at the same time.
“Fuuuck y/n, holy shit” he growled, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling your face to his so you could both watch each other ride out your orgasms. “That’s good baby, ride it out” He encouraged and you whimpered at the sensitiveness you began feeling. He crashed his lips onto yours again and trusted a few more times before pulling himself out, his hands resting on your bare back, your head falling into the crook of his neck.
You both laid still like this for a few moments while you caught your breath, finally lifting your head and looking at him again. His eyes opened at the feeling of your movements and met your face, tilting his head the side and smiling lightly at you. Your hand moved up to caress his cheek before leaning down and placing one more quick, gentle peck to his lips that he happily returned.
“So..” he started, grinning even more, “guess we don’t hate each other as much as we thought?” He suggested, you letting out a quiet laugh.
“Should be nice to me more often. This was… fun.” You admitted and he nodded, agreeing.
“You’re right. This is way better than yelling profanities at each other. I’d much rather fuck you when you piss me off. “
“Guess I’ll piss you off more often then.”
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