Jackie🖤

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It was only a short walk from the frat house to the car, but once you made it, you were already sore, and you hadn’t even gotten fucked yet. Laughing so hard while simultaneously running had your ribs and chest aching, but in the way that somehow was less painful and more just encouragement to keep laughing. Warren had gotten in the driver’s side and was working on adjusting and reclining his seat. You went to open the passenger’s side door, and heard a chirp- Warren had locked you out. Still out of breath from the run, this sent you into a whole new fit of laughter. The fact that you’d only had one shot seemed impossible. You were so light-headed and giddy that you might as well have been blackout drunk. This was much better, though, knowing that you’d remember everything tomorrow.

You looked to Warren in the driver’s seat through the window of the passenger’s side, who was sticking his tongue out at you. You looked around quickly, seeing no one, then lifted your shirt and bra, flashing him, still laughing all the while. His jaw dropped theatrically, and you saw his finger click the button to unlock the doors, hearing another chirp from the vehicle as he let you in. He was laughing, too, and you both were out of breath as you got comfortable in the seat beside him, pulling your shirt and bra back down haphazardly.

“Fuck you! I could’ve, like, frozen out there or something!” You say when you finally caught your breath. He rolled his eyes, smiling.

“No you could not ‘ve! Early November in Kentucky is not freeze-your-balls-off weather, you drama queen!” Warren countered.

“Well, no weather is freeze-your-balls-off for me, mind you, but maybe my tits were in danger!” You tease.

“Only ‘cus you took ‘em out!” He said, “but fuck, that would be a travesty…” he added wistfully, heaving a deep, dramatic sigh. You laughed again at his theatrics, hitting him gently on the shoulder.

“Shut up.” You say, to which he gives a shit eating grin.

“Ah-ah-ah. You know how this goes, we’ve done it before! I’ll be the one giving orders around here, baby.”

He was still being somewhat playful, but the overall shift in tone could’ve given you whiplash. His eyes had darkened, and he had looked you up and down a few times in the last several moments. His seat was pushed back all the way, the gap between his lap and the dashboard wide enough for you to fit in whenever you were ready, and you almost were.

“Warren?” You said simply.

“Yeah?” He replied, meeting your eyes again.

“I like you. I have fun with you. You’re a good fuck.” You say in rapid fire, bringing the shit-eating grin back to his face, but not causing him to break eye contact.

“Well thank you. I feel the same about you.” He says, seeming earnest.

“When we go back to school Monday…” You start, taking a deep breath. “Do you want to maybe… I don’t know, like… try dating? For real?”

There’s just a very short beat of silence before he responds, “Yeah. I would. I know we sorta did things out of order, by some people’s standards, but… I would. I like you, too.” He says, his cocky smirk turning into a genuine smile.

“Alright.” You say, a big smile coming to your face, too. “And just to be clear, that wasn’t a trick question. You’re still getting laid right now either way.” You affirm.

“Alright!” Warren repeats back to you goofily. “Never been good at pop quizzes anyway, so I’m glad we worked that out.” He says. There’s a moment of silence between you, and he seems to just be staring at you, just like he was after you took your shots earlier. “You really are so beautiful.” He said, quieter than his previous words.

“Thank you.” You said, matching his volume. Your eyes fluttered closed as he leaned in, your lips meeting.

You’d sorta expected it to be like last time- for the kiss to be haphazard, and rough, and obviously intended as first base to lead somewhere, but it was much more tender. He’d brought one of his hands up to rub your cheek, and the other was down on your thigh, both his thumbs rubbing soothing circles. He only went further after a long moment, his tongue taking dominance over yours and pushing into your mouth. He pulled away, and your eyes opened again, quick enough to see the trail of saliva between the two of you break, and it made your breath catch in your throat. Just as you were wondering if he remembered from last night, he spoke aloud, “You and your oral fixation, Y/N. What am I gonna do with you? Spit kink…” he said. “Yeah, I can handle a spit kink. Open your mouth.”

You did, immediately, and he spit into it. Not a gross, thick spit, but just a collection of the saliva the two of you shared during your kiss, and you very quickly swallowed it. He pretended to be disappointed. “Now see, you were supposed to let that collect for when I fuck your throat. But hey, I guess it’s your prerogative, anyway.”

Taking his cue, you brought your hands to his belt, making quick work of it before just as quickly unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. You bit your tongue in your mouth, trying to make up for the fact that you’d swallowed the spit he’d tried to provide you with earlier so you weren’t forced to give a dry blowjob. You would if you had to, of course, but it’d likely be better for both of you if you didn’t.

You leaned over his lap, surveying the position he was in. “Lean back.” You say breathily, gasping lightly when he grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled.

“What the fuck did I say? I give the orders.” Warren said, very rapidly falling into a dominant headspace.

Him pulling your hair had strained your neck, and he could probably tell, as he just as quickly let go, but you still squeaked out a pitiful, “Sorry, sorry… You’re right.”

“I know I’m fucking right.” He said, but heaved a deep sigh as he did, in fact, lean back, giving you a bit more space to work with in his lap. You brought your hands up from your sides, spitting on one of your palms, glad to see biting your tongue seemed to have given you a little bit of extra lubrication.

He was hard, almost completely erect, based on the look of it, but you stroked his length a few times with your wet hand just to be sure. With your other, you cradled his balls, squeezing them very lightly before starting to use your mouth. You spread the precum on the tip with your pursed lips, moving up and down the side of him before moving back to the top and kissing it gently, opening your mouth around him instead of pulling off afterwards. You started slow, teasing, but Warren heaved a deep sigh, putting his hand on your head in what was obviously a threat to push you down. Instead of letting him help you, you were stubborn, moving even slower once you knew his hand was there, still inches left to go.

“Fucking tease.” He huffed, gathering up your hair in his fist again and pushing you down roughly. It wasn’t more than you could take, but it still made you whine, the muffled sound surely giving him some friction. You wondered if it felt good, but didn’t have to wonder for long as he let out a moan. “Fuck.” He said through gritted teeth, his hips lifting slightly off the seat of the car at the same time he pushed your head down.

Something about the combination of the pushing and the new angle of his hips worked, and the last few inches slid down your throat all at once. He very narrowly missed your gag reflex, and your throat was still somewhat dry, but he let out another moan, louder this time, and the sound had you tightening your lips around him, unable to hold back a smile. You were a total slut for praise, for affirmation you were doing a good job, whether it was through words, sounds, or actions, and it was pretty easy to tell that Warren was enjoying your efforts. You squeezed his balls lightly again, pulling your head up a few inches just to go back down to the hilt, deep throating him, and your pussy clenched around nothing despite the fact that it was still completely covered and unattended to. Your panties were soaking, you could feel it, and you grinded your hips on thin air, mindlessly seeking some relief.

A few more up and down movements of your head and Warren shuddered, pulling you off of him quickly. “Goddamn. I’ll cum down your throat one day, but not now. Wanna cum in you again, like last time. Climb up on Daddy’s lap, baby.” He said, throwing his head back on the seat, his eyes only half open and tousled hair splayed all over his face. You were quite sure he was just blabbering, that he hadn’t meant to use the name on himself. He hadn’t used it last night, and you’d never mentioned it- but he also clearly didn’t recognize the slip. You’d used it a few times in the past on some guys when they asked you to beg, but it always felt corny. Warren using it on himself, though, not even meaning to… that worn-out tone in an ‘I’m trying not to cum’ voice… this was different. This was delectable.

You shifted back to the passenger’s seat, quickly removing your pants and panties, moving to straddle Warren. He let you, but then helped you take off your shirt, too, very quickly adding it to the pile of removed clothing item and finally unhooking and discarding your bra as the cherry on top of the sinful sundae. Falling into submission, you asked him, “Can I take your shirt off too, Daddy? Wanna see you.”

As clear confirmation he hadn’t meant to use the title earlier, he groaned, saying “Fuck. Dirty girl. Yeah, yeah, take it off.”

You did, first pulling the button up off and then the under shirt over his head. Somehow, it made his already messy hair even worse, which you found endearing. His pants and boxers were already at his ankles, so you were both ready to go, but you took a second just to admire him. With one hand, you stroked his cock, getting it ready for you, and with the other, you rubbed over his bare chest, just enjoying the feeling of his skin. You kept stroking, but moved the other hand up to his shoulder, grabbing it for support as you positioned yourself over him, dropping into his lap and onto his cock. You huffed deep breaths, trying to go slow and not overwhelm him or yourself, but he soon got impatient, grabbing your hips and pulling you down the rest of the way. You winced, but the sound of both of the two of you moaning made up for any and all pain. While getting used to the feeling of him in you again, you leaned down, leaving a sloppy, wet kiss on his slightly parted lips.

“So fucking tight.” Warren groaned, clearly a compliment but sounding somehow angry. “I was serious, you know. This pussy is like a fucking drug.”

“Are you a junkie?” You teased, both your hands now on his opposite shoulders, and pushed on them to lift yourself off him a bit before coming back down.

“Mm. Already told ya, add me to the roster.” Warren said, and then promptly added, “And then erase the rest of the names. You’re mine now.”

It was probably just dirty talk, things he was saying in the heat of the moment, but your chest tightened with glee nonetheless. You were smiling despite yourself, and he noticed immediately.

“You like that? Hearing this pussy is mine?” Warren asked. His hands had been on your hips, but one moved up to your neck, grabbing it tight but not uncomfortably so, and the other moved down to your core, his fingers playing with your clit as you rode him. “It’s fucking mine, isn’t it?”

The combined effect of him choking you lightly and stimulating your clit had you crying out, “Fuck! Yes, yes, it’s yours, Daddy, fuck…” Somewhere in the back of your mind you were aware of the parked car rocking up and down and the steamed-up windows, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care even a little.

“Gonna fucking cum in you again.” Warren stated, not asking but telling you. “Fill it up. Claim this pussy. Let everyone know it’s mine.” He said, bringing the hand down from your neck to your breasts, squeezing one of them. He leaned his face in, taking the other’s nipple between his teeth and biting it hard. You gasped, and lost balance on his shoulders, dropping into his lap and leaving him balls deep inside you as you came around him, the bite being what sent you over the edge. Your pussy throbbing around him, tightening and loosening around his cock must’ve done him in, because his release followed soon after yours.

He was loud, panting and shouting a few “Fucks”, and had moved both his hands to your thighs, holding you down on him and gently rubbing your skin there. You replaced his fingers on your clit with your own, drawing out the last of your own orgasm and hopefully making his all the better.

You collapsed over him, letting your chin rest on his shoulders. You could feel some of his hair on your bare back as he bowed his head too, clearly just as spent as you were. His chest was heaving as he tried to catch his breath. After a long moment, you spoke the first coherent words, still slightly out of breath but eager to let him know, “Warren?”

“Hm?” He hummed, letting you know he was listening.

“You were right. You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had.”

-

Getting Spencer started talking about his art got the three of you talking to the very end of the time before the frat party. The two friends joked with each other easily, but made an obvious effort to include you in the conversation, which you noticed and greatly appreciated. Spencer would ask open ended questions that Warren would opt not to answer, giving you an opportunity to share, and several times Warren shifted the conversation to directly address you. It was thoughtful and painfully endearing, making you think back on the pinkie promise the two of you had made about tonight’s party with a smile. It was easy to imagine coming back to him again and again.

You mentally scolded yourself, calling yourself stupid for falling head first so fast. You’d known this guy, what, two days? Unless you counted the time in class spent together, in which case you’d known him several months. But still, it was too soon to be catching such strong feelings, and it was bound to end up with you getting your feelings hurt.

“Alright, people, let’s head out. I hope they’ve got good green there, otherwise Y/N and I will just have to find a room and make our own fun.” Warren said, shooting you an over-exaggerated wink and standing up and clapping a single time in a way that had you immediately standing up, too. Even things like this, things that displayed simple forms of dominance, made you rub your thighs together. That, and the fact that he mentioned “making our own fun” in reference to the two of you.

“What are you, an exhibitionist?” You tease him, Spencer taking a moment longer to collect himself and get ready to walk to the party.

“To be honest, babe, I don’t really know what that means. Sounds like a job title of, like, a museum curator, but if it’s some freaky shit, then yes, I probably am.” Warren said, unashamed, which made you laugh. Spencer led the way out of the dorm the two of you following behind, which prompted you to drop the topic, at least for now. You were only teasing, but now the thought of him doing some “freaky shit” was hard to erase from your mind. It was only a short walk to the frat house, but with the way you got worked up, it might as well have been hours.

“Spence! Good to see you, man!” The guy at the door said, earning a small smile from Spencer. Warren looked back at you, rolling his eyes, which made you grin. “Who’s this?” He said, and since you were behind the two guys, thought he was referring to you .

“I’m-“ You started, immediately getting cut off.

“No, no, chicks get in for free, sweetheart. I’m talking about this guy.” He clarified, crossing his arms over his chest in a way that assumedly was meant to be menacing, but was really anything but. You chewed lightly on your bottom lip, interested to see what was about to go down.

“I’m Spencer’s best friend.” Warren said immediately, and Spencer nodded in agreement.

“Well, I’ve never seen you around before, man. Do you even go here?” He asked, raising a brow.

“No.” Warren answered simply, then only after a moment of the guy staring, added for clarification, “I go to U.K. Just visiting.”

“Alright then. Well, I’ll let you in, only ‘cus I’ve never seen her either, and our parties could use some more chicks, but don’t get used to it.” He said.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Thank you, your highness. Want your dick sucked now or later?” Warren countered, smirking as the guy ignored him, just moving on to address the next group of people looking to enter the house. He grabbed your hand as you stepped up the stone stairs, then pulled you close to him to whisper in your ear, “Fucking hate frat bros. Dunno why Spencer’s was so convinced he should rush.” He said, making you laugh.

“Maybe it’s for an art project about, like, human nature and the psychological desire to fit in.” You theorized, making him laugh, too.

“Yeah, could be. That, or he’s using them as models for an ape. He’s real into drawing animals, for whatever reason.” Warren returned. Even after the conversation seemed to fizzle out, he had his arm around your waist, which made you feel both protected and sort of “claimed”. It was not an unpleasant feeling, to say the least.

Entering the party, it was pretty obvious that there was nothing special about it. Drinking games, kissing couples, and stoners smoking on the couch. Still, like any college party, the general ambiance and aura took a sort of weight off your shoulders. It was always like a reward for getting through another week of classes, and you reached out to grab a shot, Warren loosening his grip on you just slightly as he saw what you were doing.

“You want one too?” You asked. “Looks like…” you trailed off, taking a closer look at the clear liquid. “Tequila? Vodka? Rum? I don’t fucking know, but I feel safe assuming it’s not water, anyway.”

“Yeah, sure. Thanks babe.” He replied with a big grin, and you grabbed him a shot too, as requested. His demeanor, the way he called you babe so casually… it was like you’d been together for months, even years. It was like last night, a switch had flipped, and now Warren somehow had your heart in its entirety. You wondered if you somehow had his, too, or if this was just some sort of insane (but highly effective) tactic to get you wrapped around his finger. If it was, it was regrettably working like a charm.

You took your shot and he took his, then you grabbed both your empty plastic shot glasses and put them back on the counter.

Warren just looked at you for a moment, making your cheeks heat up and your eyebrow raise, silently prompting him to speak. “We’re pretty sure that wasn’t whiskey, right?” He asked.

“Yeah, it was clear. Why?” You asked him, worried he was going to say he was allergic or something along those lines.

“Just don’t wanna have whiskey dick is all.” He said, giving you the same smirk you were very quickly falling in love with.

“I think that’s just an expression. Any liquor can get you soft.” You say, laughing a little. “Besides, I thought you were on a search for some good weed, anyway.”

“Nah, changed my mind. Your pussy gets me higher than any drug I could take anyway.” He says, making you roll your eyes but also bringing a grin to your lips. When he calls behind his shoulder, “We’ll be back, Spencer!”, it almost startles you. In all honesty, you had forgotten who you were with, why you were here, and the circumstances of the situation. All that occupied your thoughts was Warren, Warren, Warren. It was embarrassing. Or, it should’ve been, but for some reason, you weren’t ashamed.

When you turned back to look at him, Spencer was talking to some of his frat bros, and just shot the two of you a thumbs up and wink, never even fully pausing the conversation. Part of you was worried that Warren did this all the time, but it wasn’t like he didn’t have a right to have past hookups, anyway. Plus, supposedly you were the first girl Warren had brought to meet his best friend, which might have been hard to believe if it weren’t for his reaction when he’d seen you at the door to his dorm room.

Warren and you both seemed to realize at the same time that if you wanted to hook up, you’d have to do it upstairs in a frat brothers’ room, and though he seemed to be up for it, you had a sudden idea. “Wanna go back to your car?” You say, having to speak up over the music.

“Ooh, yeah, that’s a way better idea than putting a sock on the door. Plus, anyone could come in at any second, and I really don’t like sharing all that much. What was it you asked if I was? An exhibitionary?”

“Exhibitionist.” You laughed, easily letting him start to lead you out of the house. “Yeah, me neither. Though, I guess it depends on the context, really.” You admit, and he whistles lowly.

“We’ll have to explore that later.” Warren says, looking back at you with a smile. You were out of the house now, and on the campus sidewalk outside of it. “But for now, let’s just…” He dropped your hand, suddenly breaking into a run. “Book it to the car!” He yelled back at you.

Your jaw dropped and it took you a few seconds to collect yourself, but soon enough you did, breaking into a laugh and a run at the same time, trailing behind him. “Hey! Wait for me!” You called out to him.

“Can’t get started without ‘ya anyway!” Warren said, slowing his pace just the slightest bit, letting you catch up.

Running behind him, laughing and out of breath, you felt something you hadn’t felt in many relationships. You felt excitement. You felt joyful, and thrilled, and you felt anticipation for what was to come.

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You waited for him at the curb, and about five minutes past the time he said he’d be there, you heard a car come roaring up around the corner and smiled. That was your knight in a plaid button-up, surely. The driver rolled their window down as they approached, and sure enough, it was Warren Lipka. “Hey, sexy. Need a ride?” He called out to you, making you hide your face in your hands.

“Alright, you’ve gotta stop, or people will genuinely start to think I’m a prostitute.” You said, but laughed and got in the passenger’s front seat, tossing your bag to the back. “Who cares?” He asked, seemingly genuine. It wasn’t rhetorical, it was like he wanted an actual response and list of people you didn’t want assuming you were a hooker.

“Me!” You replied, aghast. “I care!”

He laughed, reaching over you to retrieve a lighter from the passenger’s glove box, lighting up a blunt and taking a long drag as he pulled off from the area of your dorm. “Fine, fine. I guess it’s true that I’d much rather have people assuming I somehow managed to pull you than having them think I’m paying you, anyway.” He admitted, taking his eyes off the road to shoot you a sly grin. He offered you the blunt and you took it, matching his mannerisms. You weren’t a big smoker, more into drinking when you went out, but it seemed appropriate for the time and situation. “Spencer’s gonna shit when I walk in with you on my arm, ya’know that?”

“What? You don’t let girls tag along with you often?” You teased, slightly fishing in a way you hoped wasn’t obvious.

“Let them tag along? Nah, I would, they just never want to.” He said, and you gave a fake, overly-dramatic gasp.

“So I’m not special then? It’s always been an open invitation?”

Warren laughed at that, seemingly enjoying your ridiculous teasing. “Nah, nah, I didn’t say that! You’re super special, baby. You’re, like, popping my ‘girl who I’m getting to introduce to Spencer’ cherry right now, ya’know? What’s better than that?”

“Fair enough.” You concede, actually quite curious to see how Warren went about said introduction.

“Good. Well, we’re here.” He said, pulling in to a parking space of Transylvania University with very little precision. “Don’t let Spencer or any of his buddies scare you off or weird you out, by the way. He’s an artsy guy, and is always talking about these big, theoretical ideas. Asks me dumbass questions like ‘Hey, Warren, when do you think our lives will finally change?’ and I just have to tell him, ‘I don’t fucking know, man, I really wish I could tell you.’ He’s a good guy, though-” He said, barely letting you react before unbuckling his seatbelt, exiting the car, and rushing around to open the passenger’s side door for you all in a hurried, clumsy dash. “-not better than me, of course.” He said, leaning over and giving you a wink, holding out his hand to help you out of the vehicle.

You reached back for your bag, grabbing it and unbuckled your own seatbelt, returning Warren’s wink. “Right, right. Of course.” You took his hand to get out of the car, but were very pleasantly surprised to find that he didn’t drop it immediately afterwards, instead opting to swing your intertwined knuckles lightly as he led the way to Spencer’s dorm.

…

You felt slightly nervous and didn’t say much on the short walk there, but Warren made up for it, pointing out things around the campus that you were entirely unfamiliar with. When he made it to the door, he did a weird sort of knock, almost like a secret code, and still had his hand raised to keep going when a guy, presumably Spencer, opened the door, still in just his boxers. His eyes widened at the sight of you standing right behind Warren, and he closed the door again almost immediately. “Fuck, dude, you didn’t tell me you were bringing a girl over!” He said loudly, yelling at his friend through the wood.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t know until about an hour ago!” Warren said, a smirk on his face. It took just a few moments for the door to open again, Spencer having put on a hoodie and some sweatpants, and Warren pushed past his friend and led you inside, still holding your hand. “Spencer, this is Y/N, Y/N, this is Spencer.” He said, finally dropping your hand and gesturing vaguely between the two of you as he exchanged names. “We fucked last night and now she’s obsessed with me. Can’t get rid of her, she’s like a tick latched on to me, man.” He said in a very slightly quieter voice, as if he was confiding a secret in Spencer, but he obviously knew you could hear him.

“Hey!” You said immediately, face heating up. “You said-! I…” you started to try to explain but Spencer just laughed a little and rolled his eyes, cutting off your poor excuse at an attempt.

“Ah, don’t worry, it’s all good. I know he’s just fucking around, as usual. It’s good to meet you.” Spencer said, calming your nerves immediately. Of course he knew Warren was just bullshitting him, he was his friend, and had been for at least a few years. Still, you shot Warren a glare that he seemed to revel in, shooting you a shit-eating grin back that, unfortunately, you found unreasonably attractive.

-

When you were fucking this guy last night- Warren Lipka was his name, you shared a few classes- you hadn’t really noticed the ridiculous tattoo on his upper right arm. A dinosaur… summoning a UFO? Throwing a Frisbee? No, throwing a… pizza? No, no… a T-Rex reaching up in a futile attempt to turn off a ceiling fan. That was it, surely. Despite your pounding headache signaling a rough hangover, you couldn’t hold back a smile at the image, and at the strangely soothing sound of his light snores.

You didn’t immediately remember everything about your hook-up, but came to a few conclusions based on the evidence available to you now, the morning after. One, based on your sore thighs and ass, he was a rough fuck, but a great lay. Two, he was sweet enough to have let you spend the night here. Unless, of course, he had intended to kick you out but fell asleep first. Whatever the case, here you were. Finally, three, he was a stoner. You had assumed based on his demeanor in class, but it was now confirmed by a few remnants of blunts around the dorm, and the obvious smell, too. Surprisingly, though, for a room occupied by two college boys, it smelled somewhat decent, otherwise. No stench of rotting food or dirty laundry was a nice improvement from some of your past encounters.

You heaved in a deep breath before rolling onto your back and pushing yourself up onto your elbows, trying not to disturb the man still asleep beside you. At first, it seemed to have worked, but when you pushed yourself up completely, moving your legs over the side of the mattress, just about ready to step out of the bed, he startled awake, blinking rapidly as he, too, seemed to take a moment to gather his thoughts. “Hey, baby. Mmm, shit, I don’t know if I have enough to pay you for the full night. I thought I only got the three hour deal?” He teased, a big, smug grin on his handsome face.

You looked back over your shoulder at him, rolling your eyes but returned his smile easily, deadpanning a sarcastic “Ha-ha” and soon countering with, “Well, ya’know, first night’s free, anyway. Repeat customers are great for business, and it’s easy to get ‘em hooked.” You tease, and he hums at that, his grin never fading.

“Hmm, well add me to the roster. Your strategy definitely worked on me.” He said, pushing himself up to a sitting position, too, the blanket shifting down and revealing more of his chest.

“Did it? That’s shocking, considering I would’ve thought you were too high last night to remember it this morning.” You say.

“Nope.” He said, popping his lips on the second syllable of the word. “I remember plenty, and I might’ve even replayed it in a fucking dream.”

“Is that so?” You ask, raising a brow up at him, shifting back to give him your full attention and, as a result, also a better view of your bare chest. “Give me a recap. Top five moments.”

“I’ll say, in no particular order…” He started, rubbing his chin theatrically. “Throat fucking you, choking you, spanking you, cumming in you, and… hmm… you saying I was the best fuck you’d ever had.”

You let out an audible guffaw at that, speaking through your laughter, “Now, the first four I can buy, and remember, but that last one does not sound like something I’d say, even if it were true. Wouldn’t wanna inflate your ego too bad.”

“Right, right. But is it? True, I mean.” Warren says, encouraging your laughter to continue when he waggled his brows at you.

“No comment.” You say, greatly enjoying the banter. You get up, then, your back (and bare ass) to him, lifting your arms up over your head, groaning a bit as you stretch your shoulders.

“Fuck, that noise.” Warren says dreamily, heaving a deep, theatrical sigh. “When can I see you again?”

You giggle at that, especially considering your “morning stretches” groaning is quite different than your “getting fucked” moaning, but turn towards him, making no attempt to cover yourself as you talk, but the questions you ask betraying the slight sense of insecurity you held. Showed a bit more vulnerability than just being naked. “You want to? For real? Or are you just screwing around?”

His playful smile fell immediately at that, his gaze serious. “Oh, no, sorry. I play a lot, but… yeah, I’m being for real. I had fun. I like you, too. Always start to listen in class when you answer a question, which is a real feat, ya’know. If you were the professor maybe I’d be getting better grades.” His grin was coming back slowly, especially when he saw that his words had the intended effect of reassuring you. “Pr’y not, though, but still. Might be worth a try.” He added, evidently unable to stay too serious for too long.

“Alright, then.” You say, unable to help the blush that rises to your cheeks. “I’m free today, actually.” You say, then realizing that might seem desperate, or even worse, like a trap to get him to never make you leave, quickly add, “But if next weekend works better, we can meet up again then. I have classes during the week, of course.”

“What’s today? Saturday?” Warren asks you, running a hand through his messy hair.

“Yep.” You say, then after a beat of silence add, “November 8th, if that matters.”

“Well, I was gonna go see my friend from high school this weekend. He goes to Transylvania. So if you’d be willing to-“

You cut him off, “Oh, okay, no worries. Next weekend actually works better for me anyway, ya’know, and I-“ This time, you’re cut off by him laughing. “…What?” You say, your blush coming back.

“You didn’t let me finish, babe.” Warren says, a smirk on his face. You shift your weight from one foot to another, crossing your arms over your chest, suddenly uncomfortable about being nude.

“What were you gonna say?” You ask, ready to hear his attempt at letting you down gently.

“What I was gonna say, was…” He starts, clearly reveling in your slight embarrassment. “If you’d be willing to come with me, I’d love for you to tag along. I’ll show you off, ya’know? He’s in a frat, and I don’t think they’d say no to me bringing a plus one as hot as you. Just promise to end up in bed with me again by the end of the night.” He says. “I guess, you can… mingle… But I’ll want you back when it’s all said and done, yeah?”

You giggle a bit at that, him already getting possessive over you as if he had any leg to stand on, but really like the feeling of warmth it causes to spread in your chest. “Promise.” You say, leaning down over the bed to him and offering your pinkie.

“Good.” He says, his smile turning slightly less smug and a lot more genuine. He crosses his pinkie with yours, making a pinkie promise, and adds, “Go pack a bag and I’ll pick you up in an hour?” He offers, to which you easily nod, writing down your dorm information on a sticky note you manage to find on his cluttered desk.

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