Angel Eyes (Scott Summers)
Paring: Scott Summers x winged mutant!Reader
Summary: smut with no plot - Scott discovered his girl's wings is sensitive.
Warrings: smut, wing kink, wing-stimulation, riding, unprotected sex, slight dirty talk, not my gif/picture
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The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the heating and the occasional rustle of the bed sheets. Y/n Laird propped up against the pillows, wings tucked one either side of her body, the off white feathers shimmering gold faintly under the soft light. For a week now, she'd been taking it easy, nursing the injury Scott had fought to protect her from.
When the door opened, she felt that familiar warmth ripple through her chest. “Hey,” Scott’s voice was soft, carrying the exhaustion from training in the danger room with Gambit and Logan. His voice was lined with concern, his blue eyes scanning her through his ruby quartz glasses, landing on the injured wing. “How are you feeling?”
Y/n's mutation is somewhat up to debate - something Xavier hasn't seen before. You might call it telekinesis, but then there's her ability to form powerful energy from my body that's bright gold. When her mutation progressed she had gotten Angel-like wings. She had learned to make them disappear and reappear at will. Y/n only really had them out during missions and when it was down time at Xavier's mansion she had them away. She hadn't been able to make them disappear in a week. “I feel better today”
Scott knew she'd been struggling with her wings, unable to make them disappear like she usually could. He sat down on the edge of the bed, his hand brushing over her thigh. “You look better”
She cracked a smile, raising an eyebrow. “Just 'better'?”
He chuckled softly, leaning forward to kiss her on the lips. “you look beautiful”
Y/n cupped his jaw, feeling the light dusting of scruff under her finger tips. Her hand slid up to the back of his head, threading her fingers through his hair as she pulled him down closer and deepened the kiss. He groaned softly, his glasses pressing against her cheek as he kissed her back hungrily. His hand on her thigh slid up slowly, pulling her closer to him. His other hand moved to the base of her back, She moved with him and climbed into his lap, straddling him as she kept her wings tucked together at her back.
Scott wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. His hands gripped her hips, squeezing lightly as he kissed her harder. He leaned back against the pillows, pulling her along with him so she was on top. His hands moved up her back. Y/n fingers carded through his hair, kissing him passionately. The tip of her tongue brushed against his bottom lip. His hand slid higher - she let out a moan, tensing up when she felt his fingers stroke one of her wings.
Scott froze, his fingers stilling on her wing. He pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes. He knew she was self conscious about them, especially when she couldn't make them disappear. He watched her carefully, seeing the tension in her shoulders. “I'm sorry, darling”
“N-no, it felt good” she admitted softly.
Scott blinked, looking at her in surprise. He watched her face carefully, seeing if she was telling the truth. When he realised she was, his pupils dilated slightly. He leaned forward, kissing her again, his hands sliding up her back further, touching her wings more deliberately this time.
Y/n shuddered, gripping the front of his shirt as she grinded against his growing hard on. “Scott” she mumbled desperately. His name came out as a plea and it made him harder instantly. His hands moved from her wings to her hips, gripping them tightly as she ground against him. He kissed her deeply, his tongue sliding against hers. One of his hands slid down to her ass, squeezing tightly.
Scott broke the kiss to start placing open mouthed kisses along her jaw and down her neck. His hands slid under her shirt, touching her soft skin. He pulled back slightly, looking up at her. “Take this off?” He asked, tugging gently at her shirt. He wanted her naked, wanted to touch all of her without any barriers.
As soon as y/n nodded, Scott immediately tugged her shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside. His eyes roamed over her bare chest hungrily, his hands following soon after. He cupped her bare tits, squeezing them gently. His thumbs brushed over her peaks, making her shudder as she blushed her fingers brushed down his muscular chest through the cotton of his shirt. Her fingers tugged it up, feeling the heat of his skin.
Scott sat up with her in his lap and quickly removed his shirt, tossing it aside like she'd done with hers. His muscular chest was now completely bare for her to touch. He pulled her closer, their bare chests pressing together. He could feel her nipples hardening against his skin. His hands slid down to her waist, pulling her closer. Scott captured one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked on it gently, his tongue swirling around the hard peak. His hand moved to her other breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers. He looked up at her through his glasses, watching her face as he played with her tits.
“Scott,” she shuddered. “I need you”
“I'm right here, Darling” He kissed down her sternum and sucked hard on the other nipple before pulling back slightly. He looked at her heaving chest and the wings twitching behind her. Y/n started grinding against him harder, feeling just how hard she made him.
Scott's eyes widened slightly as her wings puffed out, his pupils dilating. He loved seeing her like this, so desperate and needy for him. He quickly untied his gym shorts and y/n reached between them and quickly pushed them down along with his boxers. His hard length sprang free, pressing against her through her panties. Next, she lifted her hips up, allowing him to slide her panties off completely. He tossed them aside and she immediately pressed down on his bare cock, her wet pussy against it. This time no barrier between them.
Scott groaned deeply as her wet pussy slid against his hard cock with nothing between them. He gripped her hips tightly, helping her grind on him. He looked up at her flushed face and puffed wings behind her, completely turned on by the sight of her mutant trait like this.
He suddenly lifted her up slightly and positioned himself at her entrance. He looked into her eyes, seeing the desperation and need there. Without warning, he thrust up into her hard and fast, filling her completely with his bare cock. Y/n gasped, digging her nails into his shoulders as they both moaned loudly at the intimacy and pleasure.
“scott!” y/n cried out, her head falling back and her eyes glowing gold. her nails light dragging down his chest and her wings twitched. “fuck me... Please”
“God yes” Scott groaned deeply, gripping her hips tightly as he started to move her up and down on his cock. He loved when she talked dirty like this, loved how her wings twitched behind her in arousal.
Scott looked up at her bouncing on his cock and saw her wings moving behind her rhythmically with each thrust. It was so fucking hot seeing her like this - turned on like this during sex, wings on full display. He fucking loved her wings. “spread your wings?” He reached around and grabbed her ass tightly, helping her bounce faster on his bare cock. “please, darling?”
Y/n spread her wings wide behind her, the feathers fanning out and creating a beautiful, erotic backdrop as she rode him harder. Scott groaned deeply, the sight of her wings spread like that pushing him closer to the edge. He slapped her ass gently, encouraging her to move faster.
"Fuck... you look so beautiful like that" Scott groaned out, his hands gripping her ass tightly as he helped her ride him faster. Seeing her wings spread wide behind her was incredibly erotic, and he could feel his orgasm building quickly. He leaned up to kiss her deeply while pounding into her from below. Scott's bare cock slammed deep into her pussy with a wet sound. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling them closer to him as he kissed her deeply. His hands slid down the shafts of her wings, feeling the soft feathers. He squeezed her wings gently, loving how they felt in his hands.
“shit!” y/n cried out. “scott, I'm close”
“I'm right there with you, y/n,” Scott panted against her lips, his thrusts becoming wild and erratic as he chased his own release. The feel of her wings in his hands combined with her tight pussy wrapping around him was pushing him over the edge. “Come for me…”
“scott!” he felt her pussy clench around him as she came apart, her wings fluttering behind her. That was all it took to send him over the edge. He gripped her wings tightly, his bare cock pulsing as he released deep inside her, filling her with his hot cum. "Fuck…”
Scott held her on his chest as they both came down from their highs, his fingers carded through the feathers of her wings. He was still buried deep inside her, his softening cock still leaking cum inside her. He placed gentle kisses along her jaw and neck, savoring the afterglow with her.
“That was... intense,” he murmured softly, his hands slowly running through the feathers of her wings while still inside her. “You okay, darling?” His glasses were slightly crooked, but he didn't care - he felt amazing and completely content.
“I'm perfect” y/n said softly, fixing his ruby glasses.
Scott smiled softly at her, his heart skipping a beat at how sweet she looked taking care of him. He loved that she was so gentle and caring, especially after such intense sex. He watched as she fixed his glasses, her fingers brushing gently against his jaw.
He leaned into her touch, loving how she handled him with such care. His voice dropped to a soft whisper, “You're beautiful, you know that?” He pulled her closer. “So fucking beautiful”
She blushed at his words, her heart fluttering. No one had ever called her beautiful before, especially not someone as handsome and kind as Scott. She nuzzled into his chest, inhaling his scent. “You're not so bad yourself” she murmured back, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
Scott chuckled softly, pulling her even closer. Their legs were tangled together, her wings spread out around them. He loved how she fit perfectly in his arms, like she was made just for him. Y/n kissed his forehead gently, inhaling his comforting sent.
They stayed like that for several minutes, just holding each other and enjoying the intimate moment. Scott's softening cock was still inside her, neither of them rushing to move apart. He loved how comfortable they were with each other's bodies now. Her wings were completely relaxed, draped over them both. He slowly lifted her hips up and pulled out of her, causing her to whimper slightly at the loss of him. She sunk back down on top of him, staying sprawled out on his chest. His hands automatically went to her wings, stroking them softly. “Too sensitive now?”
“y-yeah,” y/n shuddered, her wings twitching under his finger tips. “kinda”
Scott just smiled and kept stroking her feathers gently, being careful not to stimulate them too much now that she was overstimulated from sex and the orgasm. He loved how sensitive her wings got during and after sex. After a few minutes of gentle feather stroking, Scott felt her start to doze off on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her securely against his chest as he continued to gently pet her wings.
He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, feeling her breathe evenly against him. Her wings relaxed completely, trusting him implicitly with her delicate feathers. He knew she was exhausted from the intense sex and emotional intimacy they'd shared. His own eyes started to droop as he held her close, feeling utterly content and happy.
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Morning light spilled through the tall windows of their room, warm and pale, catching on something unexpected.
Feathers.
They were everywhere - soft white and gold drifting across the floor, tangled in the sheets, clinging to the headboard like evidence of a very enthusiastic night. Scott blinked awake, took it in, and then laughed quietly under his breath.
Against his chest, she made a small sound and shifted - then froze. “Oh no,” y/n muttered, mortified.
She buried her face in his shoulder, wings half-manifested in a reflexive attempt to hide herself, feathers rustling as if they wanted to flee the scene too. “Please tell me I didn’t molt” she groaned.
Scott propped himself up on one elbow, clearly enjoying this far too much. “You didn’t molt,” he said, brushing a feather off his arm. “Exploded, maybe”
She peeked at the room, groaned again, and hid her face fully. “I’m never making fun of Hank’s fur problems again”
He laughed, then softened, his hand drifting - carefully, respectfully to where one wing lay draped across his thigh. The touch was light, barely there.
Y/n inhaled sharply. “Scott,” she warned, muffled against his chest.
“That still… does that?” he asked, voice low now, curious rather than teasing.
Her wings trembled, golden light flickering faintly along the feathers like a sunrise struggling through clouds. “Unfortunately,” she admitted, “yes”
He traced a single feather between his fingers, slow and reverent, watching the way her body reacted before she even realized it - how her breath changed, how the glow brightened despite her embarrassment.
Y/n lifted her head, eyes wide. “You’re not allowed to look that pleased”
“I just woke up surrounded by feathers and a miracle,” he replied mildly. “Let me have this”
She swatted his chest weakly, but the moment his fingers brushed the sensitive inner edge of her wing, her resolve crumbled. She let out a soft, involuntary sound and immediately clamped a hand over her mouth. “Oh my god,” she whispered. “I hate that I like that”
Scott’s thumb stilled. “I can stop”
Y/n hesitated - then shook her head, wings shifting as they slowly, willingly unfurled. “No. Just… don’t tease”
He smiled softly and leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to her temple while his hand resumed its gentle exploration. The golden light returned, warmer this time, filling the quiet room with a familiar hum.
Feathers drifted as her wings flexed, curling around them like a private secret. “Well,” Scott murmured against her skin. “I guess we’re changing the sheets.
She laughed, breathless and glowing. “And vacuuming. Definitely vacuuming”
His fingers brushed her wings once more, just enough to make her shiver.
“…later” he added.
The sunlight climbed higher, the feathers stayed where they were, and the door remained firmly closed.







