Falling for a Fallen Angel (Warren Worthington/Angel Request)
Pairing: Warren Worthington/Angel (X-Men) x Reader
Rating: Explicit, description of reader's first time having sex, unprotected sex (be sensible in real life), mention of scars.
Word Count: 2.5k
Request: "Can I have a warren worthington x reader where it's their first time and they kiss their scars/wings/mutant marks all over pls make it extra fluffy with caramel!"
Author's Note: Thank you for another sweet request my lovely! I did my best to make this extra fluffy with caramel so I hope you really enjoy it and I appreciate your patience!:)
Falling for a Fallen Angel (Warren Worthington)
Nights at Xavier's mansion were always quiet, the professors out travelling to mutants across the country, or on their way to deliver the latest in mutant diplomacy to the White House. But in the holidays when those with nearby families went back to their real homes, the house was near silent, like the snow falling across the ground absorbed any stray noise from the expansive home. In the past it'd felt too quiet for you, passing your time idly, waiting for your friends to return, but this year was very different; you had your own Christmas angel to keep you entertained.
It had only been a few months since Warren Worthington had moved into the school, converted to the mutant cause after his run in with the Apocalypse, and as the first person to welcome him to the school, ignoring the cautious looks of the other students as you gave him a friendly tour, he had taken an immediate shine to you. It had only taken only a month of him following alongside you to every class, meal and study session until he couldn't hold back his growing feelings anymore. Sat on a soft blanket by the lake, watching you effortlessly manipulate the edge of the water with the movement of your fingers. As your power flowed the curved lines etched into your skin from birth ebbed with waves of blue light, a sight you'd once wished you could hide until the Professor taught you it was just another part of who you are, and that was nothing to ever cover up.
"You're really pretty." Warren sighed out at the sight, before catching himself with a nervous laugh, "I mean the light on you, it's really pretty when you do that. Not that you aren't always pretty, I just.." he paused for a second, spurred on by the shy smile growing across your face, "I just really like it, and I really like you (y/n)."
He hadn't exactly been subtle with the way he felt, but that didn't stop the butterflies in your stomach at his confession, heart beating faster as you leaned forward until the gap between your lip disappeared into a gentle, longing kiss. You could feel the twitch of his lips against yours as he fought back a smile, hand finding yours across the blanket, threatening to never let go.
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"What are you thinking about (y/n)?" Warren called out from over your shoulder, breaking you out of your spell as you realised you'd been drawing swirling shapes in the lake from your bedroom window as you reminisced.
"I was just thinking about our first kiss actually." You flirted, scooting off the windowsill and onto your feet as the angel crossed the threshold of your room, shutting the door softly behind him.
"Oh yeah, about how sooth and charming I was, bravely making the first move," He smirked, strutting towards you until his arms found your waist, wrapping around them as you corrected him,
"I'm pretty sure I made the first move. You were busy stuttering about how pretty I am." He laughed at your brutal honesty, nodding in defeat as he conceded,
"You're right, sorry, I was thinking about our next kiss." His lips crashed to yours before you could reply, stifling a laugh as he pulled you against the soft wool of the jumper covering his chest. Your arms found his neck as you pulled him closer, letting your lips dance against his before nuzzling your noses together,
"Now that was smooth." You praised, watching his beaming expression as his hands trailed down the outside of your thighs.
"I have my moments." He rebuffed with a wink, bending down quickly and lifting you with ease, his hands guiding your thighs to wrap around his waist. His arms encompassed you as he gave you a twirl, the sound of your shared laughter quickly cancelling out the silence that filled the room before it. You looped your arms around his neck, pulling your lips together as he gradually settled onto the edge of your bed, your weight covering his lap. Your chest leaned against his as the kiss grew hungry, need emanating from you both as you seemed to realise simultaneously that you all but had the house to yourselves for the first time. Usually the place was overrun with kids and teachers, time between training barely giving you time to squeeze in make out sessions before you had to return to your separate rooms. But with the time and space to spend all night together, you knew you wanted to finally feel all of Warren.
His hands seemed to tremble slightly as they shifted slowly up the outer edge your thighs, his thoughts matching yours as he hovered just shy of cupping your bum, waiting for your lead. In response you played softly with the edge of his shirt, lifting the corners slowly, waiting as he raised his arms, letting you remove it entirely. You quickly tossed it on the bed behind you, confident it would be your new favourite pyjama top after tonight. You let your eyes trail along his chest, definitely muscles marked by a constellation of scars, a permanent reminder of the difficult times that had lead him to you. Leather straps held firm around his broad shoulders, a design made just for him to allow his wings to fit comfortably under his clothes, framing his strong arms. He was beautiful, losing yourself in tracing your fingertips over his scars, barely noticing his eyes falling to his lap, his arms crossing over himself in defence.
"I know i'm not great to look at." He sighed out softly, eyes not daring to meet yours. If they had, he would have seen nothing but pure adoration as your fingertips moved to his chin, lightly tipping it upwards until your stares met, your lips finding his with a reassuringly gentle pressure.
"Warren Worthington, you are beautiful, every single part of you." You cooed, your kind words cutting through the insecurity until a smile he couldn't fight crept across his face.
"Yeah?" He beamed back, watching you intently as you lowered your head to his chest, lips mapping a path across his scars, "Every. Single. Part." You echoed, each word punctuated with a sweet kiss that had him sighing gently at the contact. You paused as your lips brushed the edge of his leather harness, glancing at his face once more to gauge his reaction. Warren's eyes fluttered shut, lips parted slightly in his blissful trance, nodding gently for you to continue. Working slowly, allowing for a changing mind in an instance, your fingers loosened the symmetrical buckles, earning a palpable sigh of relief from the angelic man before you. The straps fell from his shoulders with a push, clattering along the ground with a clang that made you jolt against Warren's lap. He groaned at the contact, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest as his wings began to unfold behind him.
The way the light danced on the unfurling feathers had your breath catching in your throat, the radiant white backdrop flecked with iridescent silver, swirling like the reflection of the stars on a swaying ocean. You watched as they spanned almost the width of the room, seeming to go on forever until finally he flexed at their full length, the defined muscles of his chest tensing and relaxing at the unrestricted movement. Without a thought you reached for the feathered expanse around you, trailing your fingertips over his wings for the first time. It was like delving your hand into liquid silk, the satin feel of the blooms softer than anything you'd felt before. You followed the pattern of the feathers outwards, hand pressing into the heavenly extremity, earning a guttural groan from Warren as you combed your fingers through them.
"That feels, really nice, (y/n)." He moaned, his hips starting buck against yours of their own accord, the intimacy of the moment stirring a warmth deep in his core.
"Your wings are so beautiful, I'm sorry you ever felt you had to hide them away. They're incredible, you're incredible Warren." You spoke sincerely, the admiration for his form clear in your awestruck gaze. You watched the easy smile light up his face as his grip on you tightened, and then all at once you were in the air, hovering above your bed as his wings supported you both with ease. His lips moved to yours as you floated in space, like two snowflakes hanging indefinitely on a breeze, threatening never to land on the cold ground below.
"If i'm incredible, it's only because you make me feel that way." Before you could form a coherent thought, let alone a response, he captured your lips in a hungry kiss, bodies slowly drifting back to the bed below, until he lay you down, his chest pressed to yours as his wings began to wrap around your body, their softness enveloping you on all sides. His hands quickly found the hem of your shirt, slowly drawing it up to reveal more of the etched lines that your mutation granted your skin. You sat up, allowing him to pull the fabric away, his loving gaze raking along your chest before his lips found their way there too, grazing each of the precious marks with a kiss as he lowered himself down your stomach.
"I love so many things about you (y/n)," He mused between soft love bites along your flesh, drinking in the content sighs you released with each one, "I love your kindness, and your brains, and your body, and every pretty mark on your skin." He paused at the waistband of your shorts, fingers hovering just along the edge, sending sparks through your core as they brushed lightly over your stomach. His big, blue eyes looked up hopefully, wanting to kiss every part of you, and make you feel as good, as special, as you make him feel everyday. You nodded, a deep sigh coursing through you as his fingers hooked inside the hem, ache building between your legs as any fabric covering them was slowly dragged away. Hunger burned in Warren's eyes as he looked down at you exposed, vulnerable, desperate for his touch and all his for the taking. He pushed your knees slightly apart, drinking in the sight of your centre, the edge of his wings brushing over the inside of your thighs, making you squirm with the delicate sensation. The white feathers settled there, drawing soft circles on the sensitive flesh, as Warren leaned down between them, planting a tentative kiss on your tingling clit. He smiled at the reaction the slight touch drew, your eyes falling shut as your hips bucked off the mattress.
"Do that again?" You breathed out, missing the delighted look in Warren's eyes as his tongue replaced his lips, licking along your sensitive bud and watching closely at the effect he had on you. He could taste your excitement growing, slick building between at your entrance with every suck and swirl of his tongue, the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted. He positioned one finger teasingly at your entrance, gathering your excitement on his digit before pushing inside you slowly, watching for your reaction. Every sensation was magnified by his touch, the dance of his tongue in time with the incredible feeling of his finger inside you, the growing wetness and steady rhythm making your core tense of its own accord. The feather-light tickle of his wings inside your thighs had them trembling as he moved, the satin perfection of each brush drawing noises out from you that you'd never made before. It felt incredible and overwhelming and sensitive all at once, as the pressure inside you built to a peak you'd never felt anything like, your whole body seeming to vibrate all at once.
"Warren!" You cried out happily as the pleasure washed over you, feeling yourself tighten and clench around him as he hummed greedily against you, licking up the rush of wetness that came with your release. You felt euphoric, reaching your hands to grasp Warren's face and pulling it flush with yours, unable to fight back the beaming smiles as your lips met again.
"That was amazing." You sighed out, hands all but shaking as you slowly undid the button on jeans, desperate to feel more of him inside you, to help him feel the same incredible release. As you freed him of the fabric straining against his hard desire, his lips moved to your neck, kissing and sucking softly, as he kicked off his pants to leave nothing between the two of you.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked, as he looked down at you, needing to know you wanted this just as much as he did.
"I want you Warren, and i want my first time to be with you." You replied sweetly, trailing your fingers over his chest until you reached his manhood, wrapping your palm around him and pumping the length a few times as he nodded in agreement, lips returning to the sea of marks across your chest as he lined himself up with your dripping entrance. "Let me know if it hurts and we can pause or stop." He said warmly, waiting for your agreement before he began to push himself into you. You felt warm and full as his hips bucked against yours, his wings encircling your bodies until you were in a perfect cocoon of soft, glistening feathers. You rolled your hips up against his, moaning as you felt the angle change inside of you, the vibrations of your first orgasm leaving you so sensitive that every movement felt like sparks flying inside of you. Warren's forehead pressed against yours as he thrust his hips, groaning deeply at the feeling of your warm, wet entrance clenching around him, a perfect fit like you were always meant to be this close. His steady thrusts grew faster, his volume increasing as he chased his high, the feeling of being deep inside you more than he could hold himself back from.
"(y/n), I.." He groaned out, his own ecstasy imminent as you nodded your head, anticipating his release as his hips started to twitch erratically,
"it's okay baby, let go, I want to feel you inside me." You moaned out, returning your hands to his wings, your fingers running over the feathers in a blissful sensation that had Warren crying out your name as he let himself spill inside of you. You kept the gentle stroke of your fingers on his wings until he rolled sideways, falling onto the bed beside you, his wing wrapping over you like the most protective blanket you could hope for.
"That was amazing (y/n)." He sighed softly, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead as he cuddled in closer, his nose bumping into yours as your faces drew closer.
"It really was, I love you." You replied back, pulling your own blanket over the both of you as you settled into the cosy comfort of bed together.
"I love you too." He echoed softly, a weight lifted from his scarred shoulders as he allowed himself to relax into you, finally feeling like he's found his safe home; you.
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