consequence (of touching my hand in a darkened room)

Warren Worthington III x Reader

a/n; shitty title but whatever anyway gorgeous gave me major Warren vibes and this just Happened so idk enjoy also a little nsfw just a heads up  @havokangel @rax-writes

It didn’t take much to get you in the cloak room away from the main gala with exactly the right person to infuriate your parents. Several glasses of champagne, a complete lack of impulse control, and that annoyingly charming smile of his was all it had taken for Warren Worthington III to get you on your own with your overpriced dress pushed up around your thighs.

You’ve never liked these ostentatious fundraising gala events, and being dragged along by your parents only made you more determined to find some way to aggravate them. The answer to your mission had smirked crookedly at you from across the ballroom barely an hour into the event and it had been so easy from there to make sure your parents had seen you leaving with the son of your father’s biggest political rival. Not that you’re thinking about any of that right now.

Warren tastes like champagne and the whiskey from his pocket flask and his lips are warm and insistent against yours as you clutch at his shoulders and kiss him hard. His teeth graze over your lower lip and his hand is gripping your thigh, hiking it a little higher on his hip as his other arm tightens around your waist. The storage cabinet you’re sitting on creaks slightly as he presses closer, one of your hands sliding into his hair as you sigh heavily against his mouth. You know his reputation with other girls and you know he’s nothing but trouble, and you know that’s exactly what you’re here with him for. Your hand slides over his chest under his suit jacket, gripping the front of his shirt as you kiss him deeply, his tongue sliding against yours. His thumb is stroking slowly over the skin of your thigh and you can feel his hand inching slowly higher on your thigh. Shifting slightly, your legs part a little further and you can feel him smirk against your mouth as he murmurs “this isn’t what I expected from someone like you, princess.”

You let out a little impatient mewl as you bite at his lower lip and practically whine “not what I expected from you either, Worthington. Thought you’d already have my dress off by now.” He freezes for a second at that and then you feel the hand on your thigh move higher, fingertips just barely brushing against the lace of your panties.

“S’this what you had in mind, gorgeous,” he says, and you moan softly in response, making him chuckle as he presses his fingers a little harder against you. Your breathing is unsteady as he starts to stroke teasingly over your panties, pulling away when you let out a breathless whimper. “C’mon sweetheart, is this what you want?” he asks, smirking arrogantly, and the expectant look on his face makes you roll your eyes petulantly.

“Yes, this is what I fucking want, just fucking-touch me,” you retort, and the words have scarcely left your mouth when you feel him pushing your panties to the side, slowly rubbing over your clit and along your folds as he tilts his head to kiss slowly at your neck.

Your eyes flutter closed as you let out a low moan of satisfaction, and you can feel him smile against your neck at the sound.

“Since you asked so nicely, princess.”