“Peter felt a distant panic rising in him. Was this it, then? Is this how wars really began? He had always imagined important government officials at long tables, not a bunch of kids who were barely of age lazing about in a kitchen.”
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“You guys are sick,” Scott rolled his eyes, pushing Peter’s side to catch his attraction somewhere else beside your general direction. “Seriously, get a room.”
“Oh well i’m sorry that i’m just appreciating how nice my Girlfriends ass looks in the new suit!” Peter raised his hands and his voice, making it sure everyone heard what he was saying. The others started laughing, not bothering to hide it at all. You could even hear Jubilee make a wooting sound.
“Hey, you were thinking the same of me.” His signature smirk appeared, looking at you mischievously.
“Peter! Oh my god,” You felt a blush rise rapidly, so you quickly triing to cover your face. Maybe if you didn’t see them they wouldn’t see you? but your actions made it even more painfully obvious how embarrassed you were.
You’re sitting on your bed and doing some homework and every time you look away from your book, it’s gone and second later it’s back. “Peter!” You shout after the fifth time, but with a laughter. “What?” As innocent as possible he looks at you. “Give it back.” You say and make some puppy eyes. “Please.” “What do I get in return?” He asks and sits down on your bed. “What do you want?” Cocky you raise an eyebrow and he blushes a little. “A kiss?” Your heartbeat increases as you agree with a nod. Slowly you get closer with your face and as you wanted to kiss his cheek he turns his head. You both stare at each other as your lips meet, but no one of you is moving. As Peter wants to pull back you grab his neck and kiss him again. Gentle you move your lips against his and he sighs quietly, closing his eyes. It surprises you that it’s him who deepens the kiss and you close your eyes in enjoyment. Your hands slide under his shirt and you feel the goose bumps which builds where you touch him. You break the kiss and pull his shirt over the head. “Is that ok?” Suddenly you’re pushed back on the pillow, your shirt and pants are laying next to you. Again he kisses you passionately while his shaking hands wander over your upper body. Even without feeling his heartbeat you know that he’s nervous. Still kissing you open his jeans and wrap your legs around his hips, feeling his erection on your heating middle. “(Y/N).” Peter groans as you both turn around and you sit on his lap now. In joyful anticipation you watch him how he worships your body with his eyes while he swallows hard. You grab behind your back to open your bra and throw it on the floor. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispers and sits up. A quiet groan leaves your mouth as he takes your nipple in his mouth and gently sucks on it. With each lick you’re getting more excited. The wetness is dampening your panties and you move your crotch over his erection, making you both groan in pleasure. You lift up your hips and push his boxer down and your panties aside, don’t want to waste any time more. Peter holds his breath as you lower on his cock until he fills you completely out. His nails dug in the skin of your hips and he buries his face in your neck as you start moving. Slow but steadily getting faster. Peter kisses his way up to your lips, both of you groaning into each other mouthes. Your lower stomach fills with tingling heat as his cock slides again and again over your sweet spot. “Peter.” You groan as the desire rushing in wave through your body. A few thrusts later Peter follows you, letting out a shaky groan in satisfaction.
“You should steal something from me more often.” You grin as you’re laying in Peter’s arms. “I’m already thinking about it.” He responds and you both chuckle quietly.
Just one more sleepless night for two teenagers in a school full of mutants
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Jean’s clock, almost unable to be
heard during the day, now was resounding loudly in your shared room. It wasn’t,
of course, disturbing her, she was
sleeping for a few hours already. But it was annoying you more and more with every single tick and tock.
After a few more minutes, you slid
your legs out of bed and put on your trainers. You got up quietly and reached
for the hoodie hanging on the chair. Then you opened the door and walked out of
the room, trying not to wake your friend up. You slowly started to walk through
the corridor. During the day, X-mansion was always full of life. A building
full of teenagers with amazing powers couldn’t be calm. There was always
something happening, even the lessons weren’t boring. You liked this school. It
was the first place you didn’t feel different in. In your previous schools you
were always the weird one. People were afraid of you, you were actually afraid
of yourself as well. You didn’t understand your powers or how to control them,
so you tried to hide them. You thought you will never find a place to feel good
in, until you’ve met Xavier. He told you that there was nothing wrong with you
and brought you to his school. And from the first day, you felt that it really
was your home. Mainly because of all the people you’ve met here. Jean, Scott,
Jubilee, Kurt… Peter. Yeah, you could say that Peter was one of the main
reasons. Since the moment you’ve met him, you knew that you’ll fall for him.
Really, really hard. There were no butterflies, fireworks or anything that
time. It was on your first day here, you were walking with Jean and she was
showing you the school, when you saw a boy with silver hair at the end of the
corridor. He was smiling and waving to you enthusiastically, and a second later
you felt a blast of air next to you. It was really unexpected, and you would
fell on your back if he hadn’t caught your hand, helping you to catch the
“Peter, you can’t just suddenly show
up next to people like that, you’ll hurt someone one day” Jean rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, whatever” silver boy smiled
and shook your hand, which he was still holding in his. “Peter Maximoff, also
known as the Amazing, Wonderful and Unique Quicksilver. You are the new one,
right?” he asked. And that was pretty much how it started.
You smiled to yourself when you
thought about that moment. You and Peter got really close to each other since
then, but you still didn’t know if he liked you back. And you were afraid to
ask, so you didn’t.
You raised your head up. You were
walking around the corridors without paying attention to where you were, so it
took you a few seconds to recognize the place. You were next to a
kind-of-living room, a room with a couch and some armchairs, where the students
could rest after the lessons. You entered the room and walked to the armchair
next to the window, the one you were always sitting in. From the window you
could see a beautiful view of the park outside the school, and it was always
helping you to focus and calm down.
“Y/N?” you heard suddenly and
jumped, turning around scared.
“Oh my god, Peter” you sighed,
placing your hand on your chest, feeling your heart beating fast. “You scared
“Yeah, sorry” he said, but without
his usual smirk. He wasn’t generally looking as usual. More… calmly. Without
his goggles on, sitting on the couch quietly. You sat next to him and two of
you just looked out of the window, without saying anything for a while.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” he broke
the silence after a few minutes.
“I can’t. Insomnia or something.
Nights like this just happen sometimes” you answered and he nodded his head.
“Yeah, it does. Same with you?”
Peter ran through his hair with his hand and sighed.
“Not really. It’s not like I can’t
sleep. I just… don’t want to” you frowned, not really understanding what he was
“Why?” he shrugged his arms.
“Nightmares, I guess?”
“Oh. I am not really good at
comforting people, but… do you want to talk about it or something?” you asked,
turning your sight at him. You couldn’t tell why, but it was something so
miserable in him. Maybe that was this unusual thing that you noticed at the
beginning. His hair seemed more gray than silver, and eyes lost their happy
sparkles. You felt a need to hug him really tight, but you didn’t know if that
was what he needed, so you stopped yourself. “You know, I am not just talking
about now. I mean in general, if you ever need to talk with someone, you can come
to me. Even when there is nothing I can do, even if I am useless, I am here”.
“You’re not useless” he said. “You
are actually very important, even when you don’t notice this” you felt a warm
feeling inside. So he appreciated you. “Really, sometimes I feel like you are
the only permanent thing in this whole mess that I call my life. And I am sorry
that I don’t tell you that as many times as you deserve it” you were a little
surprised by this honest words. This was so much different from the words
you’ve usually heard Peter say. From the jokes, sarcastic comments or singing.
But yeah, it was honest. You felt that.
“There’s nothing to be sorry for”
you answered. Peter didn’t say anything and the two of you just sat there in
silence. But it wasn’t awkward. There was just nothing more to add. It was the
first time you saw Peter so quiet and calm, and you were glad that you did. He
was always so happy, running everywhere, talking to everyone, laughing all the
time. Seeing him like this made a huge difference, but you also felt kind of…
relieved? You didn’t know how much that happy side of Peter was worrying you
until now. He never seemed serious about anything, it was even strange. And the
way he looked and behaved now… It was heartbreaking to see him this way, but it
also made him look more like a real person to you.
A clock on the wall showed 3:43 in
the morning, when Peter slowly placed his head on your arm. It made you turn
your eyes from the point on the wall you were staring at for probably past half
an hour. You looked at his face. He still seemed calm, but not in a worried way
like before. No, now he looked just peaceful.
“You said that it is nothing, but
you being here is pretty much all I need” he whispered with a sleepy voice. “So
if you could just stay…”
“I will” you answered, gently running
through his hair with your fingers. “I am here, Peter”.