#huh it's been a hot minute since I posted hahha

[salamispots]

initial idea was whoooo spooky it's a cabinet of yarn and one of the drawers is actually worms/organs/mystery noodles but it kinda ended up its own thing haha

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Warren Worthington- Let Me Help (smut)

warnings: smut, lil insecure!warren :(, shower sex, poorly written lowkey bc its been a minute since i’ve written anything oof

word count: 1.5 K

summary: best friend!warren needs help washing his wings, things get steamyyy (haha shower jokes)

A/N- shout out to @thoughtlesspace for giving me this idea a few months ago oof sorry i took so long to write it, ily

not proof read lmao i’m posting this at like 2 am 

Warren had woken up at 6:30 on Saturday morning, fumbling out of bed trying to make sure he wasn’t late. 

Every Saturday for the last few months (Y/n) and Warren had gotten up extra early, taken a small walk out into the open yard behind the school, and trained for an hour or two. 

(Y/n) was a fairly new student to the school just like Warren. She had started there only a few months prior to Warren, meaning she was always pushing herself to get stronger, trying to make sure she could keep up with her classmates who had been training for far longer. 

Warren truthfully didn’t need the extra training. He was already light on his feet and knew how to take down any enemy, but when (Y/n) had asked him to help her, he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to spend more time with her. 

Warren pulled on an old shirt and a pair of loose sweatpants over his boxers before slipping on his sneakers, realizing it was already almost 7. He rushed out of his room, quietly closing the door behind him. By the time he reached the back door of the school it was already 7:04. 

“You’re late, Worthington. Get it together.” (Y/n) was dressed in her usual shorts and big t-shirt. 

“Yes ma’am.”

She rolled her eyes, giving his clothed shoulder a shove.

“Oh shut it.”

The two raced off to their usual spot in the yard, placing down some water bottles and watching the sun rise for a bit before getting started. 

“You ready for me to kick your ass, Worthington?”

“Hit me with your best shot.”

(Y/n) stretched one final time before lunging out towards him, leg raised as she practiced a side kick to the head. Warren took a leap into the air, pushing her leg over once he moved out of the way. 

“Too slow.”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, swinging this time with her fist, but only being able to punch his thigh because of how high he was. 

“Come back down and fight me.”

Warren shook his head, moving a little bit higher. “Nope.”

“Fine.” (Y/n) let out a groan as she grabbed Warren’s ankle, trying to pull him out of the air. 

“Wait, (Y/n) stop that.”

She started pulling with more force, jumping up and dragging him down slowly.

“Come down bird boy! We need to train!” 

Her words set Warren into a laughing fit, making him lose some of his balance in the air. “Wh-what the FUCK did you call me? (Y/n) HAHHA!”

(Y/n) gave one final tug on his leg. Warren, too focused on calming his laughter, came crashing down on top of her. 

(Y/n) groaned as Warren’s knees collided with hers, pushing her into the wet grass. “Fuck! Get off me, that hurt.” 

“It’s your fault!”

Warren moved his head up, meeting her eyes dead on. 

“Warren.”

(Y/n)’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts, “huh?”

“Move. Or you know what, I’ll do it.”

(Y/n) pushed up and was able to roll him over, leaving her on top of him. She then jokingly grabbed his arms, pinning them. 

“Pinned ya!”

“(Y/n).” Warren pulled his arms back, wanting to get up before he got grass stains on his white wings. 

She grabbed his hands once more, “pinned ya again!” 

“(Y/n) stop.”

She moved closer, pressing him harder into the ground. “Why? God Warren, you’re no fun.”

There were now two reasons Warren needed (Y/n) to get off of him. 1. His wings were going to get dirty (and they are such a pain to wash). And 2. He could feel the blood rushing into his face and his crotch from having her pressed against him. 

“J-just please get off.”

(Y/n) pulled back quickly, rolling off of him. “Okay, okay, sorry.”

Warren hopped up, turning around hoping to hide both his red face and his hard on. He started making his way back towards the school. 

“You okay?” (Y/n) put a hand on his shoulder before noticing his wings. “Shit, you’re like covered in grass marks.”

“Great.”

(Y/n) walked to be in front of Warren, “It’s my bad, I can help you clean them when you shower.”

Warren stopped, “W-what? No. I’m good.”

“Come on, it’s no big deal. You always complain about how hard it is to clean them.”

“(Y/n) no.”

They had reached the school, but (Y/n) grabbed Warren’s hand before he sped off. “Let me help.”

Ten minutes later, Warren was sitting in front of (Y/n), shirt off, as she softly scrubbed on his wings. Her hands moved slowly down his back. When she started brushed the spot where the wings protruded from his back, Warren had to bite his lip to keep quiet because of how good it felt. 

“I think you need to rinse off now.”

Warren nodded, standing up to go shower. He turned to face her, waiting for her to leave. 

“What? I said I��d help you and I’m not done yet. Let me rinse them off.”

“What?”

“Just get in the shower, I won’t look. Promise.”

Warren’s face burned as he stepped into the shower and slid off his pants and boxers, thankful his erection had calmed down. He looked over his shoulder to see (Y/n)’s hands covering her eyes. 

“Now just turn around and I can wash them off.”

Warren hummed in response, not trusting his voice at the moment. 

(Y/n) opened her eyes and immediately broke her promise to Warren, taking his entire backside in. She grabbed the shower head and turned on the hot water, gently washing off the dirt. She let her hands slide through his feathers as she cleaned them.

Warren let out a soft groan at the feeling of her hands on them. “Fuck.”

“What was that?”

“N-nothing. Nothing”

(Y/n) ran her hand through the feathers again. Rougher this time. Warren’s breathing got faster as she did so. 

“Does that feel good?”

He nodded, letting out another breath. 

(Y/n) stepped out of the shower, making Warren look over his shoulder at her. By the time his eyes found her she had already slid off her shirt and sports bra. 

“Fuck. You look- you’re- I mean. Goddamn.” 

Her hands moved down to her shorts, slipping them down her legs, her underwear following. 

“(Y/n)..”

“Let me help, Warren. Let me make you feel good.”

(Y/n) moved the shower head back to the top of the shower before stepping in, standing in front of Warren this time. She let her eyes shamelessly run down his body.  Her hands moved to his wings behind him as she pressed her lips against his. 

Warren moaned into her mouth as she scratched down his back. (Y/n) slipped her down into his mouth as he moaned. Their lips stayed locked as Warren’s hands made their way down her body. Grabbing her waist, he pulled her closer, pressing his now hard cock against her core. She broke away from his lips, pushing her face into his neck. 

“Warren, oh fuck.”

One of his hands moved down to her core, pushing two fingers up into her. 

“Jesus Christ, you’re tight.” 

(Y/n) bit down on his neck, nails digging into his sensitive back, making his hips buck forward. Warren moved his fingers faster, going deeper. 

“Please- please, Warren.”

Warren pulled out his fingers, sucking them clean before grabbing (Y/n) by her thighs, lifting her up and pressing her into the shower wall. She wrapped her legs tight around him. 

He lined up with her entrance. “Can I?”

“Yes, God yes, please.”

Warren slowly pushed in, his cock immediately being squeezed by her tight walls. 

“Fuck, you feel so good. So tight.”

He pulled his hips out before snapping back into her, making her scream out. Warren pushed his head into the crook of her neck, leaving love marks and he pounded into her. 

“God, fuck Warren!” 

He let out a groan as she sunk her nails into his back. 

“Fuck, (Y/n), do that again.”

She scratched at him harder, making him thrust into her quicker. 

“Fuck, Warren- I’m close.” 

He bit down on her neck again as one hand moved to rub her clit. 

“Warren!”

Warren pulled out after (Y/n) had tightened around him, finishing. 

(Y/n) quickly dropped to her knees, taking Warren’s hard cock into her mouth. She ran her tongue over the tip before slowly taking in what she could down her throat, gagging slightly on his length. 

She swallowed around him, tightening her throat as much as possible, while swirling her tongue. 

“Shit, shit- I’m- fuck!”

Warren shot his cum straight down her throat with almost no warning. 

(Y/n) swallowed, giving him one last lick on his tip, before standing up.

“S-sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay, Warren. I mean, that was- wow.”

He nodded, standing underneath the water, which was cold by now. Warren let out a long sigh, tired from their activities. 

(Y/n) hopped out of the shower, grabbing a towel, Warren following her suit after shutting off the water. 

“Thanks.”

She let out a laugh, “Yeah, no problem. It was uhh fun for me too.”

“Oh, I meant the wings thing, but yeah definitely. Fun. A lot of fun.”

“...hopefully some fun we can have again sometime..” Her eyes were on the ground, scared to face him after suggesting they fuck again. 

“God yes. Definitely.” 

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