“Everybody has that point in their life where you hit a crossroads and you’ve had a bunch of bad days and there’s different ways you can deal with it and the way I dealt with it was I just turned completely to music.”
A/N: I’m not sure how many more parts to this there will be, butttt I don’t think it’s going to end any time soon :)
Pairing: Misha x Reader
Warnings: Smutttt (they finally do it?!?!)
Word Count: 2.1k
Misha made his way out of the apartment and left you alone with your food and your thoughts. You were worried that Andrew might show up and try something; but Misha was right. You were part of the Supernatural family after all. You knew that everyone else would be by your side as well, along with Misha.
You finished eating and went to pack your bags. This weekend was going to be an interesting one.
You and Misha arrived at the airport together an hour later, after rushing to pack and covering your bruises the best that you could. The drive there was silent. You were still trying to process everything that happened last night, and also your feelings for Misha. Were you two going to be together now? Was it even a good idea?
The two of you walked through the airport quickly, checked your bags, and got through everything you needed to get through. The part of the airport you were in was seemingly empty, probably because everyone that needed to fly to LA had done so on the earlier flight that you and Misha had missed. There was almost an hour still before you needed to board, so you both took a seat in a corner by your terminal. You were scrolling through your twitter, answering tweets and saying how excited you were for this weekend, and you were, even though you were still hurting. You were nose deep in your phone when Misha spoke up.
“So,” he cleared his throat, “what were you trying to tell me back at your apartment?” He looked at you, curiously. You had almost forgotten. You were going to tell Misha that you loved him. You looked back down at your phone. This isn’t the time, you thought. This isn’t the place. You weren’t even one hundred percent sure if it was true or if it was just from how emotional you were. You made eye contact with him once again before speaking.
“Oh, I-uh,” You trailed off, searching for something to say. “I was, I was going to tell you that I really appreciated all that you had done for me last night and-and this morning.” Good one, you told yourself.
Misha smiled at you, your heart to skipping a beat. “You’re a bad liar.” He leaned into you, his face just inches from yours, his breath on your lips making your mouth water. Your eyes darted to the side to make sure no one was watching, “We’ll talk about it later baby girl, okay?” he said softly. You nodded, and your eyes looked down at his lips. Misha’s eyes never leaving yours, he smirked. He knew you wanted to kiss him. His eyes glanced down at your lips as he leaned in even closer. You felt his hand on your knee and your eyes closed. Just as his lips brushed yours he pulled back. Your eyes opened and you felt your face turn red. Misha was already looking down at his phone with a smirk on his face. He was going to be the death of you.
“What was that all about?” You demanded.
He looked up at you and opened his mouth to say something when it was announced that it was time to board your flight. He smirked again as he stood up and held his hand out to help you up.
“What are you planning?” You asked him.
“Oh, nothing.” He said as you both made your way onto the plane, it looked as though you two would be the only ones in first class. You and Misha made your way to your seats. You were still pretty new to first class so it took you a minute to get comfortable in the big seat which was big enough for two, maybe even three people. Once the flight was in the air and the flight attendant left you alone, you looked over at Misha’s seat, which was a few feet away from yours. He looked at you as if he’d been waiting for you to finally look at him.
“Want someone to sit with?” he asked. You nodded, you didn’t like these big seats, and you wanted to sit next to him anyway.
“Pretty cool we’re the only ones in first class, huh?” You said as you scooted over to make room for him.
“I think so,” He said, taking a seat next to you, your thighs touching, “It just means that we can do this.” he quickly grabbed your face, brought it to his, and planted a kiss on your lips. You weren’t going to stop him this time, you didn’t have to worry about Andrew anymore. You grabbed onto the front of his shirt and pulled him in closer. His tongue danced on your bottom lip until you let him in, you moaned quietly into his mouth. Now that you were free you wanted to feel him all over you, you wanted to make him feel good. You realized where you were and pulled away. Misha looked at you, his eyes full of lust.
“You know, there’s a bathroom on these things.” He suggested. You looked at him, your mouth dropping open a little in shock. Was he really suggesting what you thought he was suggesting? Either way, you wanted him. You were the only two people in first class, and so what if the flight attendant caught you? You got up out of your seat and stepped around Misha.
“I’ll meet you in there.” You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t use every ounce of confidence you had to say that. Misha gave you a look that told you he was more than willing to meet you in the bathroom.
“I’ll wait five minutes, make it seem like I’m checking on you, you know, just in case.” He winked and you made your way to the bathroom. It was small, you didn’t know how you were supposed to do this. The most adventurous you had ever gotten was in your shower. The shower, you thought to yourself, this will be kind of like doing it in a shower, a very tiny shower. You bent over the small sink to splash your face with cold water. You didn’t know why you were nervous, you almost did this with Misha once, and it’s not like you were a virgin, even if you did only have one previous partner. Your train of thought was interrupted by Misha knocking on the door. You opened it up and stood there, just staring at him.
“You gonna let me in?” He asked, you nodded and stepped to the side, well, as far to the side as you could.
“Sorry, it’s small in here.”
“It’s okay Y/N, you’re cute, you know that?” You could feel yourself blushing. He was doing that to you a lot today. You responded by kissing him, he locked the door behind him and swung you around, pinning you against it. You ran your hands to his back and tugged at the bottom of his shirt, urging him to take it off, he did, you turned around to take yours off as well. His hands came around your waist and his arms wrapped tightly around you, your arms making their way to the back of his head, so you could grip onto his hair. He leaned in and placed soft kisses along your neck, working his way up to your ear, gently biting. The feeling of his hot breath on your ear sending chills through your body. You turned your head to face him and he crashed his lips to yours. His hands made their way to the front of your jeans, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping them. His lips left yours only for a moment to pull them down along with your panties. He helped you step out of them in the confined space of the airplane’s bathroom and you turned to unbuckle his pants, pulling them down just enough for his hard cock to spring free. He kissed you again as you gripped him tightly with your hand, pumping him a few times. He moaned into your mouth, trying to keep quiet. He grabbed onto your hips and the two of you worked around, so that you were now facing the door. Misha spun you around once again, reaching over you to place the toilet seat down.
“Put your leg up there.” as you did what he said he ran his fingers down your back, stopping to grab your ass tightly and then running them through your drenched folds. You squirmed a bit at how good that felt. It had been nearly three months since you had done anything. Misha rubbed your wetness onto his cock and you felt his head come to your entrance. He pushed your back down a little more, you were hanging onto the wall for support. He slowly entered you as you both let out groans of relief.
“You okay?” he asked before moving. “I’m great,” you said breathlessly. You leaned back a bit so that your back was now to his chest, you looked up at him and he smiled. His eyes completely blown with lust. He wrapped his arms back around you before he began thrusting into you quickly. Your head started to fall forward but he moved his hand to cover your mouth before he started fucking you even harder. You wanted to scream. He felt so good inside of you. He was trying his hardest to keep quiet as well when he uncovered your mouth and moved his hand down to rub your clit. The pleasure too much for you to keep quiet. “Mish-uhhh” you moaned out as you reached your climax. He thrusted even harder, causing your orgasm to rip through you as came to his own release, filling you up and coating your walls with his cum. When you were both done, he pulled. You both just stood there for a minute, trying to catch your breath before he handed you some toilet paper to clean up.
When you were both cleaned up and had somehow managed to get your clothes back on in the tiny room, you turned to him, he pulled you into a tight embrace, running his hand through your hair. He kissed the top of your head while you were tucked tightly in his arms.
“I love you, Y/N.” He whispered to you, “I didn’t think it was possible to fall in love with someone so fast, it actually scared the hell out of me.” You pulled back. You were smiling, of all the things that had happened between you and Misha, between you and Andrew, what he just said made it all okay.
“I love you too.” He smiled, relieved that you loved him as well. He leaned down and kissed you softly.
“Let’s get back to our seat, or-seats. We should be landing soon.”
You both left the bathroom, looking around for anyone who might spot you. You were in the clear. You both returned to your seats.
You woke up to Misha shaking you awake, you must have fallen asleep for the remainder of the flight.
“Look alive sunshine, are you ready for your first convention?” You smiled excitedly. You always wanted to go to a Supernatural convention, but could never afford it. Now you were part of the cast, and this would only be the first convention of many.
“I am, do we have to do anything for the rest of the day?” It was almost seven, and all you could think about was going to bed.
“Well, you and I have a panel in about an hour and half.” Your face fell. A panel, onstage, in front of people.
“Wait-us? We have a panel together?”
“Yep. Come on.” He helped you up and you both made your way off the plane. You held hands the entire way to the terminal, not thinking about the fact that you really hadn’t defined what the two of you were doing. As you walked into the terminal, you pulled your hand away, he didn’t ask why, you figured he knew. But when you looked over at him, you had seen why he didn’t question you. You followed his gaze to see a blonde woman running at the two of you. He stood and stared at her, you were wondering why he seemed so horrified.
“Miiiishaaaa!” The woman squealed. She ran straight up to Misha and threw her arms around his neck, planting a kiss on his lips that he did not return. Oh hell no, you thought. He pushed her away, and looked at her, still horrified.