Summary: Kurt/Reader; Kurt helps reader adjust to the new school
“We heard you deal in mutants.” Charles opens the door to see three figures; two keeping hold of the younger one.
“Yes we do; come in.” He offers, moving farther into his house; the woman moves first; the girl shuffles forward when her father shoves her as he steps inside.
“What exactly is the trouble?”
“How much?”
“Oh to go to school it’s free..”
“No how much will you take her off our hands for…”
“Your hands? Sir, I think you misunderstand…” The man doesn’t flinch, simply tugging the girl's hood down to reveal her skin a faint shimmering gray.
“She’s always been-” he waves his hand and swallows “- but that skin colour is only freaky and then she started doing that power thing after she saw those mutants on the television.” Charles nods as the father explains; the girl doesn’t look at him but he’s having trouble getting inside of her head.
“Professor; oh sorry.” Kurt hesitates and Charles grins.
“No it’s alright Kurt; could you take her up to one of the spare rooms until we find somewhere to let her stay.” Charles grits his teeth when he can see the mother reaching into her purse to pull out a cheque book.
“Of course; come with-” Kurt doesn’t finish; the girl looks up and suddenly her skin seems to tint dark blue and she grows a tail; she mimics how Kurt looks.
“Teleportation; but only places you’ve been.” She grins smiling with fanged teeth. The tail slashes through the air and she spins trying to grab it to still it.
“See she’s dangerous; can you imagine her seeing one like that in public; her ability to hide is nonexistent.”
“Kurt; thank you.” Charles seems strained and the girl frowns before Kurt takes her arm and vanishes; reappearing in the hallway.
Title: Doubt
Fandom: X-Men
Word Count: 1,220
Characters: Kurt Wagner x Reader, Warren Worthington III, Jubilation Lee
Reader Gender: Not specified
Warnings: Assumptions of infidelity, a bit of self-deprecation
Notes: Request from @multipotens for “idk if I already sent you this (if I did oops) but could you maybe write a Kurt X reader where he's jealous of warren cause the reader and him are best friends (both the badass leather jacket people at Xavier's) and when people hear that Kurt is crying in his room the reader comforts him and flufffff? ugh nervous and insecure Kurt is my life! thank you so so much I love ur account!!!!” // Thank you!!
When you know someone extremely well, it’s easy to tell when something is bothering them. They may never intentionally give any indication that something’s wrong, but nevertheless, you can still tell. And that was how you knew that something was up with Kurt.
Every time you were around your friends, he became more affectionate than usual. He had always been the type to stay close to you, maybe linking arms or holding your hand once in a while, but recently, it seemed that his actions were needier than before. Not that you minded, you loved when he was cuddly, but it was peculiar. It contrasted with the way he was becoming more silent during social gatherings, opting to trace patterns on your hand rather than be a part of the conversations. Yet every time you asked him what was wrong, he would kiss your temple and tell you that it was nothing at all.
You had been having a conversation with Warren about it when you became certain that it was, in fact, not ‘nothing.’
“I don’t know what his problem is – and he won’t tell me. He always tells me everything,” you explained, leaning on the pool table as you watched Warren line up a shot, lowering down so that he was eye-level with wooden rim as he adjusted the pool stick. You weren’t entirely sure he had even heard you, he looked so concentrated on the shot.
“Has anyone been fucking with him? Bullying him or something?” Warren inquired, right as the cue ball hit one of the striped ones with a loud clack. He straightened up, adjusting his jacket, then scoffed. “Never mind, I already know the answer to that: no, because if you were aware of it, you’d have kicked their asses already.”
You smiled softly, but didn’t bother attempting to deny his truth.
“Seriously, I don’t know what’s wrong with him, and it’s worrying the hell out of me.”
“Worrying the hell out of you might not be a bad thing – ‘cause, you know, he’s Catholic.”
“Now is not the time for terrible puns, Worthington.”
“Just trying to lighten the mood,” Warren defended, snickering a bit at his own joke. He set his pool stick back in its rack and came to lean next to you, careful to not allow his wings to touch any of the balls and alter the game. Then his demeanor changed to one of sincerity, and he slung an arm over your shoulders and leaned down towards you a bit. “Now, I’m gonna ask you a serious question, and I need a serious answer.”
“Okay.”
“Have you been giving him blue balls?”
For a very brief moment, you were about to tell him that no, lack of sex is not the issue – then you saw the grin threatening to appear on his lips, and realized the humor in his ‘serious question.’ You shoved him as hard as you could, and he immediately burst into a fit of laughter.
“Oh c’mon, that was fucking hilarious!”
The familiar bamf sound of Kurt’s mutation filled your ears, and you turned, only to find Jubilee staring at the vacant spot next to her, then you, with a concerned look on her face. She walked quickly over to you, and you felt knots form in your stomach.
“Was that Kurt?” you asked, and she nodded. “Where’d he go?”
“I don’t know, but he…. We were just having a conversation about the fact that he’s jealous of you spending so much time with Warren, then when we walked in here, he had his arm around you and was leaned down near your face, and Kurt… he just disappeared.”
A groan was the first thing to leave your mouth, and you ran a hand through your hair in exasperation. Warren looked dumbfounded.
“Fucking hell, he does know that neither of us would ever do anything like that, right?” he asked to no one in particular, then gaped at you. “For shit’s sake, doing anything to you would be like fucking my sibling or something. I thought he knew that.”
“I told Kurt that you love him way too much to even consider having feelings for Warren, but he’s convinced himself otherwise,” Jubilee explained, but you barely heard her. You were already heading towards the door.
“I’ve got to go, I’ll see you guys later.”
When you reached Kurt’s room, you were surprised to find that the door was locked. He had told you a few months ago that he’d always leave his door unlocked, so that you could come in whenever you wanted, and it hadn’t been locked since.
“Kurt? Honey, are you in there?” you asked softly, giving the door a few light taps. You waited a few moments, but there was no response. You were about to go look somewhere else, then you heard the faint click of the lock turning.
The room looked as it usually did: a poster from his days in the circus on the wall, a crucifix hanging next to it, a caricature drawing of himself that you got for him from the local fair (he had absolutely adored it), a stuffed toy blueberry laying on the bed, which Peter had gotten him that same day, a bible on his nightstand, and a framed photo of you two sitting beside it. The only differences were that the curtains were shut, compared to their usually open position, and an upset Kurt laid on the bed with his face in the pillow.
You shut and locked the door once more, then went to lay next to him on the bed, rubbing his back soothingly.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart? And don’t you dare tell me ‘nothing’ this time,” you said, although your voice held no true malice. Kurt sniffled loudly, then abruptly moved to bury his face in your neck, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. He was silent for a few moments, likely choosing his words carefully as he attempted to relax.
“You are vith him all of the time, and it makes me jealous, but I know zhat I shouldn’t be. But no matter how much I try to forget it, I can’t.”
“Why does it make you jealous? You know that I love you more than anything.”
“I know zhat you do, I just… he is far more attractive than me – more normal –”
“Stop right there,” you said sternly, and Kurt fell silent. “Okay, first of all, he has giant wings. He’s not normal – and he’s definitely not more attractive than you, either. You’re absolutely gorgeous – and I know you don’t believe me, but I’m going to remind you every day for the rest of our lives.”
Kurt sniffled and looked up at you hesitantly. You wiped the tears from his eyes with your thumbs, and kissed his forehead.
“I love you, Kurt. Please don’t ever forget that.”
“I von’t, and I love you, too,” Kurt replied, smiling brightly, then nuzzled into your neck again, his arms tightening around your waist once more.
The next day, Kurt found a jar on his nightstand. It held countless, folded up blue slips of paper, and each had one reason why you loved him. The smile it put on his face lasted for weeks, and he never again doubted your love for him.
thank you to @v-writings, my Kurt expert, for helping me a bit with some details for this ♥ // @emmcfrxst @brownvalerie @raypclmer @koricndr @harringtonmaximoff @alexsunmners @skywalkingdixon @xxlil-miss-tricksterxx
Summary: Kurt/Reader; he keeps holding your hand for safety but you realize it might be more when there’s no one else around
You don’t jump when you feel Kurt’s hand closing around yours.
“For safety.” He mumbles and you nod stepping backwards so his arm’s not stretched out uncomfortably. It was only a trip to the mall but you weren’t really sure what was going to happen; despite the group you were with had control over their powers you didn’t have the same control; so Kurt was taking precautions; being able to easily teleport you out if your powers went awry was good.
“I don’t think anything will happen; but thank you.” You squeeze his hand and he grins. You spend the day walking around the mall making sure to keep your hand in Kurt’s; when you weren’t holding his hand you were right next him so you didn’t understand why you felt bad for not holding it.
“Seriously we should go see a movie; you can’t tell me you’ve never seen a movie in a movie theatre!” Scott laughs and you shrug.
“I had never seen one when I came here.” Kurt defends you and you agree; they’d offered to see a rerun of something that had seen the last week they had been here while you were training.
You’re not sure what they picked; Scott had defended it so everyone agreed. You’re not really paying attention; you’re surprised it suddenly goes dark and you start shaking when the lights don’t come back on.
“Y/N..”
“What’s happening?” You mumble panicking as the screen lights up; you cringe covering your eyes and you feel cool air a second later.
“Y/N?” You grip Kurt’s shoulders hugging him.
“Thank you. It was like the labs; too dark and too bright.”
“I let Jean know.”
“Oh okay.” you pull away from him and he shakes his head.
“No through my mind; she asked if you were okay; I told her we are going back to the school; would you like to?”
“Yes.” You know it’s silly but you hold his hand even though his arms are still around you when you teleport.
“Did something happen?” Charles is in front of you and you realize Kurt had been trying to bring you to somewhere he thought would be empty; the library.
“Yes.” You answer at the same time Kurt says no.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks and you bite your lip.
“The movie theatre reminded me of the labs. Kurt helped.”
“No slip ups?” He watches both of you and you shake your head; he grins nodding to the both of you.
“That’s fine; you don’t have classes for the day so you’re welcome to wander around the school.” He leaves after that.
“So what do you want to do?” Kurt grins and you pull his hand.
“I want to go outside!”
“Walk or no?” His tail flickers and you’re distracted by it for a moment before you grin.
“Surprise-” You don’t finish feeling the cool air on your face seconds later.
“So no walk.” You smile at him and he nods to the grounds.
“We can walk now.” he smiles and you smile back surprised you’re still holding hands but brushing it off as there are others playing outside.
”We’re going to the museum nearby; they have a history exhibit that Charles likes to use for the class.”
“Plus it gets everyone out for the day and reminds everyone how to control our powers.” Jean adds to Scott’s explanation and you gravitate towards Kurt when Charles and Hank gather the groups that are going. Charles smiles at your hands and you assume he’s relieved he doesn’t have to explain how you two need to stick together on the trip.
“They have skeletons here.”
“People skeletons?” You stare and Kurt and he grins shaking his head.
“No dinosaurs.”
“Whoa! We have to go see them!” You tug his hand and he nods looking back at the professor asking if it’s okay for the two of you to leave the group. You note Jean and Scott have already gone off but you still wait for him to nod before you leave the professor’s sight.
“You’ve seen these before.” You comment when Kurt doesn’t seem as awed as you do upon seeing the towering bones.
“Once; before you came but they are still shocking to see.”
“Oh, this must be boring for you.” He shakes his head, grinning a little.
“Not much; you’re excited by it; it’s new to you ja; so it’s nice for me; to see you happy.” You grin; a little confused when he reaches for your hand; you expect him to say the professor wants to see you both back but no comment comes. You can see a few people but they’re leaving the exhibit.
“Why are you holding my hand still?”
“Oh; umm the people here…” He starts but sighs a little.
“I like holding your hand.”
“So it’s not just because you’re scared of me?”
“Scared? Why would I be; you wouldn’t hurt me?”
“I could; if I get scared; remember when I first came to the school.” You prompt trying not to cringe at the memory.
“That wasn’t; I was scared for you; but not of you.”
“Kurt I bent gravity; for the entire school! That’s dangerous; I’m dangerous; someone would have been hurt… if; if you hadn’t been there to teleport me; I would have hurt people.”
“So I’ll just stay with you forever then.”
“I can’t ask that of you..” You try to pull back but he just tugs you forward hugging you; you can even feel his tail wrapping around you.
“Then don’t ask; I’d be happy to stay with you.” He leans forward slightly and you flush when he kisses you.
“Y/N; we should probably get down.” You blink; flushing even more when you realize you’ve floated the both of you almost up to the ceiling.
“The professor says it’s time for lunch anyways.” He grins as you both touch the floor and he offers his hand out.
Summary: X-men; Kurt/reader; reader gets pregnant; with angst and fluff, cuddles, and Kurt support reader in the end
It wasn’t official, but it was exclusive; your reasoning for not officially dating Kurt, or even being anything more with him was simply the line of work the both of you were in. Being part of the x-men, and working at a school full of mutants with lack of control over their powers wasn’t always the safest.
Still you wouldn’t trade waking up next to him, his tail wrapping around you for anything. Of course you know he has to go to training and you bid him a slow goodbye that involves one too many kisses. You’re laying in bed when you can feel Charles prodding your mind.
“Yes?” You answer to the empty room before you can hear a knock, the door opening.
“You’re feeling okay?”
“Yes? Should I not be?” You narrow your eyes and Charles avoids looking in yours. You wonder what he could be thinking is wrong with you but suddenly you become aware of another heartbeat, Charles using his gift no doubt. Hanks hovering by the door looking sheepish and you narrow your eyes at both of them.
“We can do everything in house.”
“In house?”
“Y/N there’s no way it’s not Kurt’s kid, and there’s no way that kid isn’t going to have a visual mutation of some kind. It would be safer for everyone involved..”
“Involved in what?” Kurt appears standing in front of the bed trying to block Charles and Hank’s access to you.
“Logan said you were running tests on her.” His tail lashes back and forth, still clearly holding onto the idea of tests being bad, being dangerous.
“I’m pregnant.” You decide to just get it over with and Kurt turns tilting his head at you and frowns a little, before he opens his mouth, but closes it before vanishing.
”Have you guys seen Kurt anywhere?” You lean closer to where Scott and Jean are talking. Jean winces and you swallow a little.
“Sorry Y/N, bit loud, we haven’t seen him; there’s no telling where he could have gone; have you asked Mystique.” Jean asks, but then both her and Charles laugh at the same time, no doubt having heard your thought, she’s going to be a grandmother, and the accompanying image of her knitting tiny baby clothes.
You’re sort of wandering the ground when Peter slows to watch you, exaggerating a slow-motion run. He huffs when you don’t smile.
“Sorry, have you seen Kurt?”
“Yeah; Charles told me it’s safe by the way.”
“Safe?” His hand cushions your neck and before you know it you’re in a corn field somewhere, Kurt sitting under a scarecrow that’s barely visible over the tops of the corn.
“Kurt, wait, can we talk..” He nods and the only trace of Peter is the faint wind that pulls your hair back.
“Parents then?” He hesitates as you sit next to him.
“Yeah. I mean I’m sure there’s something we can do if, we, don’t want to be…”
Kurt doesn’t say anything just pulling you into his lap and burrowing his head into your neck, you can feel his tail wrapping around you, and then you smell the usual sulphur and feel warmth on your skin. You open your eyes to find yourself on a beach, you tilt your head at Kurt and he looks a little sheepish.
“I thought somewhere as pretty as you would be appropriate.”
“Appropriate for what?”
“Talking, about whatever parents talk about.”
“So you want to be parents?”
“I don’t know; it’s not very safe; we’re targets, nothing more defenseless and easy to kill than a baby.” He huffs a little and you nod.
“Should we take it one day at a time?”
“That seems fitting. So is there anywhere you want to go before we can no longer travel, like other parents?” You laugh and gesture back to him, he smirks a little looking smug.
“We can go anywhere we want, and Charles can babysit anyways.” You laugh, you swear you can hear him in your head already refusing as you return home to hopefully announce what is still a surprise to the rest of the school.
Summary: Kurt Wagner/Reader, reader is a burlesque dancer and Kurt sees her on stage
You hadn’t been at the school long, you’d barely been in any of the classes but already you had a crush on Nightcrawler, he was surprisingly soft spoken and you’d caught him in the confessional more often than not, something that had surprised you only slightly, after one encounter he;d asked you to lunch and told you about his past. You did the same, he seemed genuinely interested and you felt bad leaving out your actual job. You hadn’t wanted to tell him you were a burlesque dancer. You were terrified of him or anyone finding out, you knew there would at the very least be teasing about how a ‘good catholic girl like you’ could fall so far, and the worst you thought is Charles might decide to kick you out of the school all together.
You don’t have to sneak from the school, you just tell everyone you’re going to work and then just avoid thinking about what work actually is. You assume Charles must know and that he’s not saying anything. You send a thank you to him and don’t wait for the response.
You’re backstage, taking off your coat when a couple of the girls from earlier are giggling, you tilt your head catching their conversation.
“- can’t believe they’re here…”
“The actual x-men!” one squeals and you shift a little uncomfortably. You’re on next and you try to push the thought out to Charles to not let anyone know.
-I’m not there Y/N, no one can read your thoughts, they probably won’t notice it’s you. Don’t worry.- His assurance doesn’t really help and as you peer from backstage you’re at least a little relieved you can’t spot anyone you’ve seen at school.
You go onto the stage relaxed and confident, as you usually do. You’re grinning, laughing a little as the music follows your movements, you swipe the fans you use across yourself making sure to smile at the audience. You’re surprised you don’t stumble, or even feel different seeing Kurt’s yellow eyes watching you curiously. You can see him trying to grip onto his tail, which swishes slightly in time to the music. This fact makes you grin more and you move your hips to mimic the music which mimics his tail. You think you can see him blushing but it’s probably just the light.
As the dance finishes you realise you’ve barely taken your eyes off him when he vanishes in a puff of smoke. You wonder just what he’s telling the rest of the X-men and the school.
You make it back to the school when your shift ends, you’re dreading as you can see the light on in Charles’ office. You don’t want to think about the scolding you’re going to get, or the shame you’re sure you’ll see in everyone’s eyes. When you make it to the gate you can hear Charles voice in your head calling you into his office.
“You know if you needed a ride you could ask, taking the bus seems bothersome.” You blink fingers rubbing over your hand nervously.
“I’m not mad Y/N, I don’t care what you do with your free time nor do I care how you make your living. As long as you’re safe and happy. Are you?”
“Yes.” You stumble a little as he bids you goodnight, you were expecting him to kick you out. You’re not expecting to see Kurt in the kitchen, he’d clearly come down for a snack and you’re intent on making dinner. You wonder if he’ll leave.
“You were beautiful.” He mumbles offering out a bowl of stir-fry that you’re sure everyone else had had for dinner.
“You too.” You stare at him wishing you could use his powers and teleport back to your room or just sink into the floor. You can definitely tell he’s blushing now and it matches the way his face looked when he saw you dancing.
“You do that for work, yes?” He hums a little stepping closer, tail flickering nervously.
“Yes.” You can feel your defenses heighting, the fear he’ll condemn you for the risque dancing.
“Do you practice?”
“Yes, quiet often.”
“Do you need a partner?” He seems embarrassed at his own question.
“I don’t dance with anyone. You can watch me practice if you want.” You flush at your answer and he grins a little and the blush on his face only deepens.
Summary: Kurt has a confession and so do you. You want him to know you, know ALL of you, before he says anything he might regret.
Warnings: Abortion Mention (No follow through)
A/N: This is the first time I’ve ever published, I’m finally at a point in my life where I’m not afraid to write whatever I feel like. Also this is set in the 80′s, around Apocalypse so Kurt and the Reader are about 20?? Also translations at the end! Beta Readers: @clovenhearts and @myothermuse
Word Count: 1074
Thick blue fingers traced formless patterns over your skin, gently dipping beneath the hem of your shirt every so often.
“I feel as if I could stay here forever…” Kurt whispered, slowly pressing kisses into the side of your neck, letting his pointed teeth scrape against the soft skin as he did “Du bist so schön, hier bei mir.”
“I’d let you.” You cupped his cheek in your hand, bringing his face up to look you in the eyes. “I’d let you stay here with me for as long as you wanted.”
It only took a second for him to close the space between you, his soft lips pushing roughly against yours as your hands gripped the back of his shirt. He tangles your hair in his hands, smiling between kisses.
“Y/N… I love you.” He whispered against your lips before moving to kiss you again.
But you had stiffened at the confession. You carefully moved your hands to his chest, pushing him away from you, to keep his lips from yours.
“Kurt…”
Panic filled his amber eyes and his scrambled to stand from the bed.
“Oh Gott, nein, ich bin ein Idiot, I am so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking, Das war verrückt nach mir zu sagen. I… I should go!” He grabbed his jacket from your floor and turned away from you
You grabbed his hand tightly, trying to keep him with you just a moment longer.
“Kurt! Don’t go! I… I feel the same way but there’s things about me you don’t know, things you should know before you say that.”
He stopped at that, panic and embarrassment shifting to worry and confusion. His deep amber eyes slowly moving to meet yours.
“You… Feel the same?” He slow stepped a little closer to you, picking up your other hand in his own. A small, hopeful smile slowly made its way onto his face.
“Just… come back here and listen.”
You scooted back on the bed, inviting him to join you again.
There was silence as you both settled in, your cheek against his chest. You didn’t think you could stand to look him in the eyes.
“What is it that you must tell me? I do not believe anything could change-”
“I had a son.” You blurted, knowing you would only have the strength to tell him for a moment.
His mouth hung open for a moment before your words register with him. He swallowed thickly before answering.
“A son?”
“Mhmm. I was barely sixteen, had just moved into the mansion when I found out. About a three years before we met.”
He held you tighter, using his tail to pull your leg across his thighs. You wrap your hand around his, resting them just below your chin.
“Was the father anyone here?”
His mind wandered to your mutual friends, the boys you shared classes with, members of the team, wondering if any of them...
“No, he was just some boy from my back home.”
Kurt let out a small breath at that. Somehow that was better.
“Did… Did you tell him?”
You nodded, gripping his hand just a little tighter.
“Of course. He was scared, and I don’t blame him. Finding out at 17 that you’ve gotten a mutant pregnant, in small town North Carolina? I told him he didn’t have to be any part of it, but I’d send him a pictures when the baby was born if he wanted.”
“Where’s is your son now?”
“California. He’s got two mom’s, Jessica and Rhys. I was a young mutant with a baby, they were a lesbian couple trying to start a family. They were the only ones who weren’t scared off by what I am. And I was the only one willing to give them a chance. They send me pictures every once in a while. I sent a few back, but they probably won’t show him for a long time.”
“Why’d you put him up for adoption? Why not...” He let the question hang in the air, not quite comfortable with the thought itself, but you understood.
“When I told Professor Xavier that I thought I might be pregnant he set up a meeting for me with Professor McCoy, to talk about my options. I didn’t want an abortion, not that I’m against it but… It just didn’t feel right for me, not then anyway. My very first question was if… if there was a chance my baby would be normal. Not carry the Mutant gene. He said it was unlikely but there was a chance. I made a deal with myself when he said that. If the baby was a mutant too, I’d keep him. I knew I’d get the support I needed here and so would he. I can’t think of a better place to be a mutant child. But if he didn’t have the gene I wanted to find him a family. I can’t imagine how he would have been treated, even as a normal kid, with a mutant mother. And with the life I’ve had, I am just grateful to be here at all…”
“It’s not a life you wanted for your child.”
“Exactly.”
He kissed the top of your head, closing his eyes tightly, imagining how hard all of this must have been for you.
“You are brave, meine geliebte, so very brave to have done this for him.” he paused, noticing how watery your eyes had become.
“Do you ever regret it?” His voice was barely more than a whisper.
“No, not for a second.” You smiled, wiping a small tear away from your cheek. “He has been given a wonderful life with two wonderful parents. A life I couldn’t have given him.”
Kurt nodded, kissing your hair again.
“Do you want more children someday?”
“Maybe. It depends… If there’s the right guy, the right circumstances… If the worlds feelings about us change at all. If it was safe. You?”
“I never wanted children. After everything I was put through, as an orphan, at the circus… I couldn’t imagine putting someone through even half of that. But being here… A child can have a good life here. So… Maybe.”
“...I love you Kurt.”
“I love you Y/N.”
“Even after…?”
“You are still you, and I am still me, and you have shared this most… intimate piece of yourself with me… So of course, even after, I love you.”
Translations:
Du bist so schön, hier bei mir = You are so beautiful, here with me.
Oh Gott, nein, ich bin ein Idiot = Oh god, no, I’m an idiot.
Das war verrückt nach mir zu sagen = That was crazy for me to say.
Title: Wide Amber Eyes
Fandom: Marvel
Word Count: 850
Characters: Kurt Wagner x Reader, Jean Grey, Scott Summers, Peter Maximoff, Jubilee
Reader Gender: Female
Warnings: Hints of smut
Notes: Based on this and this, from @kurtwxgners’s Wonderland of Smutty Headcanons. // There’s a sorta part two here. (It only references this fic, it isn’t necessarily a continuation of it.)
Dating a good Catholic boy can be worlds of fun, if one knows how to play their cards right. And you knew quite well – sometimes you could get him all kinds of flustered without even trying.
“You do realize that we might have to rush Kurt to the emergency room after he sees you in that, don’t you?”
You looked yourself over in the mirror once more. You wore a dark blue bikini, which you had chosen with the full intention of making your boyfriend swoon. You smirked.
“That’s your goal, though, isn’t it?” Jean asked teasingly.
“As if you didn’t buy that little number to give Scott grief,” you retorted with a grin, motioning towards her choice of swimsuit.
“Touché,” she replied, then the two of you walked arm-in-arm towards the mansion’s swimming pool.
It had been miserably hot out the past few days, so you, Jean, Jubilee, Kurt, Scott, and Peter all decided that it would be a good idea to have a little pool party. When you and Jean arrived, Peter was already blaring music, and Scott was trying to wrestle Kurt into the pool. The former almost won, but the latter vanished into thin air, causing Scott to fall into the water.
“No fair!” Scott hollered as he pulled himself out of the pool, causing Kurt to laugh. Once on dry land again, Scott went to go grab a towel, but froze when he saw you and Jean – or, more accurately, just Jean. A soft “Holy shit” fell from his lips as he gawked. He began blindly swinging his arm out until he smacked Kurt hard on the chest, never taking his eyes off Jean.
“Ow! Vhy did –”
Kurt, too, froze when he saw you. You pretended not to notice as you talked to Peter about the music selection.
“I think Blue might be about to have a heart attack,” Peter stated in a low voice, sniggering. You had felt Kurt’s eyes on you during your entire conversation with Peter, and when you turned around, you decided that he might be right. Kurt was still frozen in place, staring at you with a slack-jawed expression and wide, amber eyes. “You should go check on him. That might make it worse, but you should make sure he’s still breathing.”
You shook your head and laughed softly, but did as Peter suggested, walking over to Kurt and wrapping your arms around his torso. You were close enough to him that you could feel his growing hard on against your lower stomach.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart? You seem a bit… tense,” you said innocently, using your fingertips to trace the patterns that adorned his back. He closed his eyes as he exhaled, and rested his head on top of yours.
“‘Tense’ is not the right word, my darling,” he muttered, his accent thicker than usual. You grinned triumphantly. Your goal of sexually frustrating your boyfriend was a success.
“I’ve got sustenance, people!” Jubilee called as she walked over to the pool, setting a cooler down on the table. You pressed a quick kiss to Kurt’s jaw, then walked over to where everyone was digging through the cooler. You didn’t miss Kurt attempting to slyly adjust himself in his swim trunks as you walked off, and it only made your grin widen.
After fending off the hungry hands of the others, you managed to grab a popsicle. Upon peeling off the wrapping, you realized it was blue raspberry. Pleased with your choice, you began licking the popsicle, but eventually realized that was just wasting time and it was starting to melt, so you decided to suck on it instead.
You didn’t even notice Kurt staring at you with a somewhat pained expression. He watched as you licked and sucked at the popsicle, and it didn’t help at all that the particular color of it, combined with your actions, reminded him of… things. Things he shouldn’t be thinking about surrounded by his friends, but the way your lips wrapped around the blue ice… the way your tongue ran over the tip of it, before it disappeared into your mouth again… the way the melted drops dripped onto your almost-entirely bare chest, and cascaded down between your breasts, before disappearing between them….
You heard a low noise, somewhere between a groan and a whine, then the familiar bamf of Kurt disappearing. Peter suddenly choked on his soda and began laughing.
“You’re so mean to that poor guy, Y/N,” Scott said, laughing as well.
“What are you on about? And where’d Kurt go?” you asked, looking around. He was nowhere to be seen.
“You, um… well, I think he… um, the…” Jean tried to explain, before pointing at the popsicle in your hand. You looked down at it for a moment before your mouth formed an O, realizing what she was insinuating.
“Well,” you began, tossing the popsicle into the trash can with a smirk on your face, “I’m going to go see if I can be of assistance.”
You could hear Scott and Peter wolf-whistling as you walked off to find Kurt.
