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I didn’t mean to

Word Count: 6.4K+
Pairing:

Warren Worthington III

x Female Reader
Summary: It hasn’t been easy for Warren to let you in or even talk about the fact that it’s so hard for him, but after he has an accident while you clean his wings, everything comes up to the surface.
Rating: MA (Explicit)
Warnings: Explicit sex scenes (wing kink?, some shades of submissive Warren) 
A/N: Oh boy! This one really got angsty when I was halfway through writing it. If you like it tell me, because I think there’s a lot of potential for a second part. I’d like to dedicate this to @shayara, who inspired me to write for Warren just by being so in love with him.

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“Warren, for the love of God, let me do it.”

“I can do it myself, [Y/N]. I don’t need help, I’ve been doing this since long before meeting you.” You sigh, holding back your tongue. You know why he’s being so difficult, and even though sometimes you just want to flip him off and get out of there– you can’t do it, because you know the reason behind his attitude.

“Warren, you’re pushing me away again.” You say softly from behind him, and he sighs and lowers his head in shame. He rubs his forehead and takes a deep breath before speaking again.

“I’m sorry. It’s like I just– I forget I’m talking to you, and those responses just come out automatically.” He doesn’t even turn to look at you so he doesn’t notice you walking towards him– and that’s why he whispers something to himself that you know you weren’t supposed to hear.

“I don’t understand how you can love me.” He mumbles and you wrap your arms around him from behind, feeling him tensing up immediately. 

He knows you heard him.

“I love you because you let me see who you are, behind this… brick wall you’ve built around yourself.” You kiss his shoulder and his wings fall down– and you know he’s more relaxed now. “How was I not supposed to fall in love with you after that?” He unwraps your arms from his waist and turns around, enveloping you in his wings.

“I don’t want to push you away. I want you to see and know everything about me, but I just– I can’t. I don’t know how to fix it.” He confesses and rests his forehead on your shoulder. You rub his back and kiss his cheek.

“You can start by letting me clean your wings for once. I know you can do it, but it makes you really tired and it will be easier for me. Can you do that?”

“Yes.”

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