i don’t think people slut out Remy LeBeau enough. Imagine Remy with a partner who’s mutation gives them excessive energy. It’s no problem for the Gambit of course, after all energy he has plenty. You can already imagine the onslaught of innuendoes about wearing you down and training your very developed stamina.
You’re a little nervous. “Are you sure you can handle me?” You ask with your hands politely folded in front of you and he just smirks. “T’ink you should be asking if you can handle me, cher.”
Cut to now with Remy crying out as you milk out his nth orgasm with plenty of energy left. You’re delighted, clawing at the matress, so caught up in your own pleasure that you don’t notice Remy’s shaking! He squeezes your hip, his weepy cock, rubbed red and raw pistoning in and out your cunt with his his own semen serving as lube. He’s so overstimulated it hurts but he can’t stop his hips. your pussy’s too hot, too good. his eyes roll to the back of his, fuck, he swears he’s been shooting blanks for the past hour. you shake his shoulder, mumbling something he’s too fucked out to hear. His red irises flick to you.
“You okay?” You repeated, not even breaking a sweat while he’s crying and groaning. “Yes,” He groans, taking your thumb wiping the spit from his shiny lips into his mouth. “You k-keep-keep using me~!”
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✷ When you admitted to him you'd barely known pleasure on your own, Kurt offered to teach you. He sat you before the mirror — your nakedness laid bare, unfamiliar in its raw honesty — and made you watch as his clever, nimble fingers worked you wet, swollen, and aching in a way you'd never felt before ✷
✷ Living in a mansion full of kids and nosy floor neighbors basically puts a veto on having loud sex, so when you two finally get paired for a mission out of New York, Kurt is determined to make you sing for him. Nobody will mind if you get back a day or two later than planned, right? ✷
✷ It was surprising how easily Kurt agreed to this little experiment of yours. A confident lady-killer, someone with his charm and class — and yet he submitted almost readily. But when he moaned in delight, his tail taut with spasming pleasure, and spread his legs wider almost instinctively, you got the suspicion that there are some things you're yet to learn about your sweetheart ✷
✷ There is only one thing on Earth that could make Kurt miss the morning alarm, and it's the weight of you on his face. Sleep still blurs the edges of his consciousness, yet his mouth is relentless — every movement of his tongue driven not by purpose honed with experience, but by pure instinct, by the single-minded need to have you as close as humanly possible ✷
✷ Such bindings could never contain Nightcrawler, and you both know it. However it is fun to switch things up from time to time — he doesn't mind playing along while you revel in that illusory power. Quite the opossite, actually ✷
✷ Once you buy yourself a bigger bed, Kurt's visitations to your room get twice as frequent. Impudent as a cat that believes it owns the place, he comes and goes as he pleases — plopping onto the mattress, nuzzling into the pillows, and leaving dark hairs all over your fresh white linen. You can hardly get cross with him, though. Not when he fucks you nice and full on that very bed, making sure you have no strength left to chide him ✷
✷ Seeing him again after weeks apart always ends up like this: with you on top of him, every seam of your bodies melting together, and lips sharing all the feelings no words can convey. Oh, darling, how he missed you ✷
As was most of the X-Men sitting in the dinning area.
They all watched him as he seemed deep in thought and they knew why.
You were 2 days overdue and you were miserable..
They hadn't induced you yet, as it seemed after the 4th day they would if your labor didn't occur naturally.
However that overdue was making you hate your existence, your husband, your friends-
Even the fucking Air.
"Maybe more spicy foods?"
Ororo suggested softly, Kurt just shaking his head.
"Nein- She has gotten every pepper on earth and made stir fry.. Ive never smelled something so spicy before... my lungs burned"
"Maybe uh- Physical activities?"
Scott said softly, giving a light cough in mild embarrassment at the soft suggestion but Kurt shyly shifted.
"Been doing that-"
Jean shook her head sof5ly.
"Poor (Y/N)-"
Kurt hummed in agreement as he rubbed his face. Stressed over how miserable you were, he felt so guilty.
He never wanted to have you be in a state like this.. Sure it was amazing to see you round with his child- a picture he had only dreamed of seeing before you guys were first dating.
But he hadn't truly grasped at the price of his fantasy. Never realized the extreme suffering that went with pregnancy till now...
The pain, hormone, sweating, cravings, bloating and overall hell!
Kurt stood up then, deciding to see you instead of throwing ideas around your guys friends.
Quickly teleporting away to the front of your guys room, taking a moment to let the air clear around him since he had learned early on the brimstone smell made you sick.
Walking in he was met with a rather interesting view- but one he'd grown used to ironically.
You were seated on a yoga ball facing the bed slowly bouncing on it with your head bowed and arms stretched over the crumpled blankets.
You were in a pair of sweats you'd stolen from him and a shirt that was only halfway covering your belly oh so wonderfully painted with deep magenta stretchmarks. You had run out of fitting comfort clothes at month 7 so this is what you were confined to.
"Schatz?"
Kurt said softly, moving over to you as he placed a gentle hand on your back.
You stopped bouncing and looking up at him with an exhausted face.
"How are you feeling?"
"My back hurts... everything hurts.. Im a pregnant elephant and I smell like milk"
You put your face back into the mattress and grumbled.
"Here let me rub.. And Nein, you dont- well you do smell like milk but its nice milk, nor are you a pregnant elephant- infact you ar-"
"Call me beautiful and I'll hit you with a pillow"
Kurt chuckled softly as he took a kneee next to you, his eyes soft as he softly rubbed your lower back.
"Well you are, fact is your face in the bedding is what led us here"
He joked as he continued to rub your back, you letting out even snorting a bit of a laugh.
"Don't even think about it fuzzy butt.. We cant even get the first one out on time- dont even think of another one"
"Ja well, a man can dream. Especially with a wife like you.. You have done so much (Y/N), there is nothing I can truly say or do to show you how much I appreciate all you have done and been through"
Turning your face from the mattress you look to Kurt, who looked at you with so much love it was almost like a movie. Your bottom lip beginning to shake as immediately you started to sob.
"Ive got you Ive got you"
Kurt said softly as he softly brought you to his arms while you stayed on the yoga ball. You sobbing hysterically against him, both from being uncomfortable and greatful for your husband who was kissing your cheeks to sooth you.
Kurt gently moved you to the bed, it had been a disaster to get you comfortable but Kurt had always done his bed.
Carefully moving the pillows around you, listening to your instructions of were to place them. Before he had you tucked in with pillows as you gave a soft sigh.
"Better?"
"Yeah... I actually feel kinda okay.."*
You hum softly, a ghost of a smile on your lips. Before you wince and give a soft groan.
"Back still hurting?.."
"My back always hurts, it just sucks extra cause I cant move well"*
Kurt eyes narrowed a bit as he placed his palm over your stomach and slid it lower, feeling the tightness off muscles and a added heat.
"(Y/N)... Could it be contractions? Or very slow labor? Like the book Dr. McCoy said?"
You slowly turn your gaze to look at your husband. Your face souring like youd bitten a lemon that the devil ran his taint over.
"...Kurt I swear all that is holy- If we find out these are contractions after I get up from finally feeling comforble- Imma strangle you"
.... 30 minutes later you found out it was indeed contractions
Bonus!
You felt murderous...
Kurt could feel it as you sat in bed glaring at the wall slowly chewing on ice chips like they deserved your anger, Only moving your eyes to McCoy who you had finally acknowledged after he had been speaking to you about what he had seen after his exam of your son who had decided he wanted to take his sweet ass time coming into the world.
"It will most likely just a very slow labor and you may feel addional discomfort, now you can request a Epidural bu-"
You snatched McCoy by the fuzzy blue beard the moment that 'But attempted to leave his lips and yanked him to you which made the man give a surprised yelp.
"You listen here... I am 2 days past due and I want my Son out of me. So this is going one of two ways... You give me enough drugs till my eyes cross- Or you cut him out of me. Cause if one of those two things dont happen I will make it so you are as flat as a board between your legs"
You hissed, A stressed out giggle leaving you for some damn reason you couldn't pinpoint and feeling tears in your eyes.
"Are. We. Clear"
Kurt and McCoy eyes were as wide as saucers as they stared at you. McCoy normally a very forward and put together man opened his mouth to speak before growing quiet.
"Lets uh. Start with the epidural.. and if anything happens like dilation stalls or distress. We will do an emergency C-section"
You gave a happy sigh and let go of the good doctor as he pulled his head back quickly and rubbed his chin.
"Wonderful!"
The two blue men stare at you with worried eyes as you shifted in bed.
To say you got that epidural in record time was an understatement.
Yall....imagine doing it with Kurt wagner and he has a breeding kink plus a biting kink... him rubbing your clit with his tail while he fcks u in pronebone
Or him eating you out while he humps the bed while his tail is thrashing aimlessy behind him because of how turned on he is so you grab it making him immeditely cum moaning so loud he bites your thigh at a attempt to quiet down...
Him fcking you with his tail while dirty talking to you in German and then making you suck ur juices off his tail thats extremely sensitive while he whines and whimpers as he makes you suck it as if it was his dick
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 getting fingered by the woman you offered shelter to !!
ⓘ CONTENT WARNINGS… MINORS DNI! fem! reader ノ vaginal fingering ノdirty talkノ inappropriate usage of powers during sex ノusage of “slut” ノ cocky! jean grey!
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offering FUGITIVE! JEAN GREY shelter in your apartment…
and instead of getting money from the redhead or a different repayment… you get repaid for your kindness with getting fingered by this mysterious redhead.
she doesn’t waste a moment to mentally figure out a way to repay you. she don’t got any money to her name (not until she steals some), no gifts to give you— and to give you credit, any other normal person would be deathly afraid of her; a woman with mutated genes that can mind control people and move things with her mind… and here you are, offering her shelter for the night— all because she showed the littlest bit of vulnerability ‘round a sympathetic woman like you.
and now, here you are, legs spread out for this girl who’s no older than twenty two, her jacket on the floor and wearing the white undershirt that was hidden by the yellow zip-up and green overcoat that she stole from someone’s dryer at manhattan’s downtown twenty-four hour laundromat.
you only got her first name, which she shared only after you provided her some of your dinner.
“jean! j-jean! ohhhhh fuck!” you moan, your entire body feeling overheated as her right hand’s two fingers— her middle and ring finger, thrusting deeper and deeper into you, curling against your walls.
her left hand pressed down on your abdomen, keeping you from arching too far from the couch, taking in the sight of your slutty pussy grinding against her fingers. “mhm… like that huh? like it when i curl right… there?” and right when she says “right there”, this asshole curls her fingers and makes your eyes roll back.
you couldn’t respond, you felt something press against your mind but you didn’t fight it— not like you were in any place to fight it— her fingers pumping inside of you without issue, toes curling in the cushions of your couch as your fingers tugged at her ginger hair.
meanwhile, jean caught a glimpse of your mind, smiling to herself as she pressed a kiss on your stomach, bringing her thumb into the mixture and rubbing circles on your clit as her fingers thrusted.
“what a slut.” she mutters, looking directly into that pretty mind of yours. “mind so filthy for a woman you barley met…” she shakes her head, pressing another kiss, this time to the top of your cunt, tongue flicking on your clitorus. “coming apart just by my fingers…”
“jeannnnnn, oh fuck! a-ah!” you cry out, melting at the feeling of her mouth on you and her fingers bringing you closer.
and when she stuck one of your dildos in you later that night; you didn’t really care, because who knew the best sex you’d have is with a fugitive with mutated dna?
ⓘ KENTLUV3R’S WORK. all my fanfics (not the characters) is my very own, coming from my own efforts and my time. do not copy my work, rewrite it, shove it through an ai machine and shit out slop, and don’t repost to wattpad/ao3/c.ai!
Summery: Drinking on Bourbon with Remy for his birthday is one thing, but going for a walk after? That's quite romantic.
Themes: Established Relationship, Mostly Smut, Some Fluff, Clingy/Lovey-dovey Remy AGAIN, Return of Sassy!Reader, Bar/Club setting, Cream pie, Dance, Drinking, Drunk Sex, Multiple Orgasms (Both), NOLA written by a Louisianian, Overly typed accent, Public Sex, Reader is a mutant/X-Man (no powers written), Remy written by a Louisianian, Shorter!Reader, Unprotected sex (wrap it up!),
Word Count: 1,616
The music is loud, but not too loud, as Remy holds your hand, spinning you around. You laugh, and have fun. I mean, how could you not? It's your boyfriend's birthday, you're in New Orleans, you're both drunk. Nothing could ruin this moment.
Except maybe Remy getting too handsy and getting you both kicked out. But that's okay, Bourbon street has a long line of bars he hasn't been kicked out of or banned from before. He holds your hand, the other pulling a bottle out of his jacket pocket.
"When the hell did that get there?" You ask, brows furrowing as he pops it open.
"Don' ask questions you don' wan' da answers ta, cher," he mutters before taking a sip, holding it in front of you. You roll your eyes, looking around before takes a few sips and pushing it back at him.
"You're trouble."
Remy smiles, taking the last sip before pushing you towards the door of a building you're walking by, "Dis should do, mon amour." He tosses the bottle and takes your hand, pulling you to an open spot and swaying with you to the music. "Love ya," he whispers
"Love you, too," you respond, your ear places against his chest, listening to his heart as he hums softly. You dance with each other, both tipsy and needy for each other. You hold hands, your lips meeting every few seconds. It's intense, and feels amazing to not have to care about dangers of being mutants or X-Men troubles.
It's late, and you're both so drunk. You can't help but do drunk things. GIggling at nothing, bar hopping. Eventually, you find yourselves in a back alley, your back planted against the brick and Remy's hands in your hair. "Pretty, baby. So pretty all flushed an' smile-y."
"Sh-shut it, Cajun," you groan out, your eyes rolling as you hiss the words, "you look better in the moonlight-"
The drunken compliment makes both you blush and stammer for a second before erupting into laughs. Remy pulls your face against his, nuzzling into you before capturing you lips.
It's deep, and fast. A growl comes from his chest, rumbling in his throat as he kisses you harder, pressing you between him and the wall. "Mon cher bebe, je t'aime-" He hisses and grits out the sweet words, his hips grinding into yours.
He's hard, extremely so. He leaks slightly as he push his erection against your belly. He's amazed at the feeling, a delicious friction that backs him moan out, deeply. "So warm, mon amour- look at you. All red 'n da face for lil ol' Gambit."
"Sh-shut up, I am not-" You laugh out, nervously and drunkenly lying. He grabs you jaw and pulls you into a deep, long kiss. He has you caged against the alley way wall, licking the inside of your mouth in claiming stripes.
"Non, non... you stay right here and take it," he groans as you squirm.
"Remy- shit- haha-" you laugh out, whining as he grinds into you.
"Keep saying ma name like dat and 'll make ya scream it," he purrs out, directly next to your ear. You squeak, feeling his length throb against you. You manage a slight laugh, making him grind into you again. "Don't laugh at me, cher, you kno' I keep ma promises-"
You gasp, a loud moan leaving your throat before he covers you mouth, "Non, non, you don' get ta be loud just get. Gambit ain't get started yet." He growls, licking your neck and biting it as his free hand unzips his pants, leaking red tip bouncing against his abs.
"You gon' take it down your throat?" He murmurs into your ear. When you don't respond he licks the shell of your ear, "Non, maybe you just want that slutty little hole o' yer's filled?"
You moan out as he pulls at your waistband, hips bucking into him. "Mmm, good petit, tell me what you wan." You moan softly, helping him pull your pants off. He groans as he see your hole, licking his lips.
"Gon need a lil taste, mon cher- s'il vous plait?" He murmurs, bending lower to sniff and lick at your hole. "Such a dirty whore, petit-"
You groan and whimper, feeling his rough tongue and nose press against your sensitive flesh. Remy licks your entrance and hole, poking his tongue inside for just a moment. "Dat's it, my good good lil t'ing, ain't cha?"
"You want Gambit's dick? You wan you man's cock in that cute little hole?" He asks, kissing up your stomach and chest till he reaches your neck, chomping down and purposely making you moan out loudly.
"Good baby, yeah- you wan dis dick so so bad, you gonna scream when you sink down on dis dick-"
It's all so fast, the way he sinks right into your wet hole. You stretch around him in the one thrust, your whole body tensing before you start to shake with pleasure.
"There ya go, mmm..." He groans, thrusting in and out, the lewd plapping sounds echoing in the alley. He presses his lips to your muffle your loud pathetic noises as he pounds you. You're pulled down onto his cock repeatedly, pushed harder in to the wall with each thrust.
He holds his hand over your mouth, holding your jaw tight as he groans and growls, clearly enjoying this more than he normally would. "Such a good t'ing, spreadin' your legs in public-
"You like dat?" He grunts into your ear, and all you can do is nod, your eyes opening just slightly as he pulls back, cock buried deep in you. "Good lil t'ing fa me... so pretty with ya eyes waterin' and hole filled. Good- mmg-"
You tighten around him, moaning and whimpering against his palm as he looks down at you, his red-on-black eyes piercing through you. Something about how his auburn hair covers his sweat riddled face makes you tighten even more, the feeling making him moan out, the sound almost pathetic.
His balls are begging to be emptied inside you, your watery, fucked out eyes making him only want to do so worse. Your legs tremble around him as he starts to move again, crashing his lips against yours. He can't handle it anymore; he needs to let go.
The fact that he's drunk makes him groan and gasp pathetically as he fills you up. He purrs and pants, filling you to the brim. His balls are tight, jumping as he lets out rope after rope. "Ch-cher-"
The broken nickname makes you groan, your own orgasm hitting hard, just like his. His hand slips from your mouth to your throat, pressing lightly and making you even more dizzy as you fall limp.
"Remy-" You gasp. He groans at the sound of his name on your quivering lips.
"Yeah? You love ya Gambit, non?"
You nod, groaning weakly as your head spins. "Ssh, shh... mon amour..."
He holds you close for just a few more minutes. Then, he slowly pulls out, watching you leak and whimper at the lose. "Gambit gon' clean you up real quick. You gonna let him?"
You can't help but nod, head spinning as you pant. Your mind is scrambled, still trying to piece itself back together. But the process is interrupted by his lips pressing against your entrance. He pushes his tongue inside the wetness.
"Mm-" He groans, the vibrations making you almost cum again already. He licks your insides clean, the sensation too much. You're sinking back into the pathetic little thing you were a few minutes ago, moaning and crying out as he laps up his own release out your stretched hole.
He grips your hips, lapping you up and licking the length of you. He's consumed with eating you out, making you cum again, that he doesn't even care about how loud you're getting.
You only shove your hand over your mouth to stop passersby from looking in the alley, seeing him eating you out like a madman. Your bordering on unconsciousness and orgasm. Each lick and suck is hypnotic, making you moan into your own palm.
Your hand slips, the sound of his name on your lips making me double his efforts. He fucks his tongue into your hole, wetting it with his drool and spit before he lazily kisses up your body again.
He wraps your hand around his length as he pushes his own fingers inside you, hitting that spot that makes you see stars and get dizzy.
"Remy-" you sob, "fuck, gonna-"
"I kno, I kno, cher- fuck pump me while I edge you a lil more... fuckin' cum with me, baby-" He growls, kissing your neck as his fingers pump in and out of you. He grunts as your hands wraps around him tighter. You jerk him off, spreading the pre-cum on his tip around.
"Good, good- fuck, cher, gonna make me bust-" Remy moans out softly, breathlessly. "Such a cute lil' t'ing. Cum 'round ma fingers and I'll cum all over ya, bebe."
And that you do, coming apart from the inside and sobbing out in the alley way. The air around you is charged, with both lustful energy and kinetic from Remy's powers.
Your shirt is stained with his release, his fingers with your own. He looks down at you, his red eyes glowing a pinkish light in the black void of his sclera, lighting up your face ever so slightly. He grins, his breath smelling of alcohol and minty cigarettes.
You stay like that, staring at each other. Both your eyes widen before laughing, realizing you still have to walk back to the hotel.
Content warning: 18+, MDNI!, smut, swearing, p in v, unprotected, creampie, softdom, oral (f!receiving), tail play, overstimulation, faux sympathy, talks of religion, breeding kink
His love for God is strong, but his desire for you burns so hot it has him wanting to commit acts of sacrilege. Oh you get him so worked up and you don’t even know.
A/n: Kurt Wagner……..mmhhhh. where my Nightcrawler loving freaks at 🗣!!
One thing always rang true when it came to Kurt. He was more godly than any person you've met. Though many have a hard time accepting him due to his “demonic” appearance, that was one thing you always loved about him. The way he looks was never a deal breaker for you. To you, he was the image of perfection. You always showed him how much he mattered in ways most people would never think. Little things like folding his clothes, setting up romantic home cooked meals, etc. and the favor was always returned. You were with him every second of every day. You waited so long for him that you didn’t mind taking things at his pace. Even though your desire for him grew stronger and hotter everyday, you respected him and gave him the space. A religious man that you wanted more than anything, but the move was his to make. If he ever would.
After one particularly rough mission, the two of you sat side by side on his couch. Neither one speaking, just taking in each other’s presence. You laid your head back into the cushion behind you and held your eyes closed. You couldn’t see your boyfriend turned ever so slightly, studying you. His eyes trailed from your head, moving painstakingly slow down your torso watching every place your body curved, down to your feet. His hand reached out, hovering over you and silently trembling. His heart beating so loud in his chest he was worried you would hear it and catch him mid breath. He slowly set his hand back down, clearing his throat before speaking.
“Mein liebling,” he started, “I- I uh..” his words caught in his throat as you turned to look at him and you noticed a slight blush rising from his cheeks. Your hair fell almost effortlessly down the sides of your face like the strands were meant to mold you perfectly. The nervousness in his face, and the way his eyes couldn’t quite meet your gaze worried you instantly.
“Kurt?” You reached for his hand, taking it delicately in yours. “What’s wrong, my love?” At this he ran his free hand through his hair. He looked at you, finally meeting your eyes yet said nothing. The silence between the two of you wasn’t awkward. It was abnormal, yes, but mainly because you could feel the tension lingering. It confused you. You watched him swallow, almost too hard, before leaning in to plant a light peck on your lips and retreating ever so slightly. You brought your hand up to his face, cupping his cheek and he leaned into the touch. His lips, still mere inches away from yours, seemed hungry. A twitch from them seeming like they did not want to stop kissing you, tasting you. With a deep breath his lips parted.
“I would like to make love to you.” You jumped back slightly, taken aback by his statement. His words hung in the air between you like a cheaply made banner. This was a big decision for him, something you both knew very well. Your silence began to worry him, even though he knew that you were aware of the weight of his truth.
“That’s a big step, Kurt.” The man who carried around a Bible, prayed for every person, mutant or not, he met, wanted to sleep with you. People do these kinds of things everyday, but it was different for him…a much bigger thing. “I’m thrilled to hear you say this because I’ve wanted you for so long.” Your eyes drop down to his lips, lightly biting your own. He lifts his hand to tuck your hair behind your ear.
“Ich weiß.. and I you,” he leans in to bridge the gap between you once more. “I tried to resist, as a man of god, a man who wants not to live in sin…but, what is love, without sin?” Your breath hitches at his words, barely louder than a whisper. You lock eyes, letting the weight of his words fall on you like a weighted blanket…so warm. With a soft tilt of your chin, nodding in approval he takes your face in his hands and kisses you.
Soft, sweet, grounding. Reminding you and himself that this is real, and loving. You feel his lips part against yours, his tongue swiping your lips to request entry and you follow suit. Your tongues dance together, the once light and soft kiss turning into something heavier, more passionate. A little noise escaping your lips is the very sound that completely undoes him.
Kurt swiftly pulls you unto his lap, not once breaking the kiss, as his hands roam freely. That’s a kind of restraint in them as he lightly touches your chest, breast in one hand groping it softly, while the other travels lower cupping your ass.
“Ist das okay..?” His worried tone caused you to chuckle. Always doting on you. You moan softly to reassure him that this is more than okay and he lightly bites your lip in response.
With his help, you discard your shirt quickly revealing your breasts and already pebbled nipples in full.
“Mein Gott..” his words a low gasp from his lips. He kisses your neck and follows down to your chest. Looking up at you before taking hold of your nipple between his lips. Your back arches out of instinct and you lightly throw your head back, pushing down on his growing bulge. He hisses at your movement and moves his hand to your hip, rocking you steady against him. The feeling has you wanting more. He removes his shirt then promptly shifts your bodies so you lay perfectly under him. Removing his pants, keeping himself in boxers he helps you remove your pants. His eyes take you all in, admiring this scene in front of him. You grow impatient and reach out for him, trying to feel something, anything.
Your hand finds and quickly grips his tail. Kurt freezes. You begin to lightly stroke up and down, staying close to the tip.
“Liebling-“ he starts to say before being cut off by a deep moan. His breathing quick, and desperate. His hands grip at your waist immediately, his pads pushing so hard you can already feel the bruises forming. He shuts his eyes tight, leaning forward to put his face in the crook of your neck. You feel the outline of his too hard cock nudging the inside of your thigh. Seeing him give in to you has you feeling pure love and admiration. You want nothing more than to make him feel good.
You stroke his tail faster, harder, earning a loud moan from him into your neck. His hand lowers down to your throbbing core and begins to softly rub the spot. You arch your back into his touch, squeezing his tail hard. He whines at that.
“Sorry Kurt-“ you say quickly, stopping your motions a little. He rubs your clit faster, your cunt slick in response.
“Please.” His voice shaky with pleasure. “Don’t stop…I-I’ve been so good.” His pleading causes you to continue and speed up. He begins to shake in your grasp, breathing becoming uneven matching how his fingers stutter on your clit. You playing with his tail has him so close already and you love it. You hold the power.
“Are you going to cum for me?” You purr in his ear, kissing his temple. He nods quick and moans in response. “Be good for me.” Your words so deep in his ear, his soul, he has no choice but to obey. You pump faster, feeling his cock twitch against your thigh before feeling it start to throb. You look at his tip lightly poking out the top of his boxers and watch as his cum shoots out, coating his stomach. You help him ride out his orgasm. His strings of moaning your name loud, followed by his fangs making contact with your skin. The contact hurts, causing you to yelp but you love it. Being marked by the man you love fills you with so much desire for him. Once his breathing is steady again he pulls away from your neck to face you.
“Are you hurt? Are you okay?” His questions quick, laced thick with concern. You set up on your elbows and kiss him tenderly. After telling him you’re okay he shifts down. With a soft nod from you, he pulls your panties down. “So beautiful.” He kisses your clit, your hips rolling to find friction. The too cold air hitting your wet folds has you feeling desperate.
He starts to lick soft and slow, tasting you from entrance to clit. He takes his time, not wanting the moment to end but also wanting to tease you. You whine in protest, wanting it harder, wanting his fingers, his cock, anything and everything he can give. He chuckles and kisses your clit one more time before bringing his tail around. He places it on your clit, the action causing both you and him to hiss. He begins to use it to rub at your heated core. You arch your back off the couch and he takes his hand up to your breast to squeeze and lightly force you back down. His tail trails lower while his mouth makes its way back to your clit. The tip of his tail stops at your entrance, teasing, waiting, asking. Before giving it a second thought, his tail makes its way into your cunt. Your gummy walls clench around it instantly causing you and Kurt to moan together. Your breathing already so ragged.
“I’ve been so good for you.” The vibration on your clit threatens to push you over the edge. “Will you be good for me too? Mein engel?” His speed picks up. Tongue lapping your clit so fast, with his tail pumping in you matching the tempo.
“S’ good- so good.” Your fingers tangle in his hair. “S’ too much.” You let out a soft cry, already feeling so full. The heat in your lower abdomen rising while his tail hits the spot that has you seeing stars.
“Ich weiß, too much but you take it so good.” His tone slightly mocking. “Let me feel you.” The sensation of him and the weight of his words have you unraveling. Your orgasm hitting hard and intense. You’re clenching around his tail and he whimpers with every pulse, but he doesn’t slow his pace. He’s working you through it and never wants to stop. Once your chest goes back to the slow rise and fall, he slowly removes his tail and hooks one arm under your knees and lifts you bridal style.
Walking you over to the bedroom, he kisses you in between singing you praises. He sets you down on the bed. You watch as he discards his boxers and your already sensitive cunt throbs in response. He backs up until he’s stood at the doorway, you look at him brows furrowed in confusion. With a ‘bamf’ a quick cloud of black smoke envelopes him and he’s gone, within the same second the same black cloud puffs over you and there he is hovering your smaller frame. The quickness of the moment pulls a gasp from your chest. He smirks, showing off the fangs you love so much, then his lips meet yours. The connection soft, wet, claiming. He pulls away drawing a line of saliva from his mouth to yours. He rubs at your thighs softly, before hooking his biceps under them. Holding you open, he lines his tip up at your entrance.
“Ist das okay?” You feel his length twitch at his own words. Your plump lips parted ever so slightly, his breath hitched in his chest, watching you so intensely as if you were his prey.
“Yes.” With one swift thrust his cock pushes its way into your tight cunt. You gasp loud, knuckles turning white with how hard you’re already gripping the sheets. He bottoms out, your gummy walls squeezing his cock hard as if you don’t want him to leave. Not like he’s going anywhere. He stretches you out so good, it burns. The sensation travels through your entire body, every inch of you on fire. It feels like you were made to be here like this, with him. He waits ever so patiently for you to adjust, once you start trying to move your hips against him, he takes it as a sign to move. At first he’s gentle, praising, leaning down to kiss your chest, your neck, your face, anywhere he can. Then his thrusts become hard, unforgiving, driving you to your edge with how deep he was.
“Too good-“ he pants, with every roll of his hips he continues to grind against that spot that has your vision going blurry. “Need more- please- f-fuck- give me more.” He has all the power, all control but with the way he begs you, you know that you own him. He puts his weight on you, folding you in half under him. Your legs dangle over his shoulders and he bites at your neck. The pressure from him is incredible, you feel the knot in your stomach screaming to come undone. You moan out his name as your walls flutter around his hard, thick, shaft. Tears prickle your eyes, threatening to fall with every thrust. You’re so close to the edge.
“Kurt- I-“ you moan deeply from your chest.
“Oh sweetheart…I know.” He kisses your forehead. “I feel you. Please- release all over me.” His words, his thrusts, and the way he grazes the spot deep in your cunt has your orgasm crashing over you hard. You throb on his still too hard cock, trying to squeeze and milk him for everything he’s got. He continues to thrust hard and heavy into you. “So good- please I need- need more.. need you.” His words like heat against your neck, branding you with even stronger desire as your orgasm comes to a close.
Without a second to breathe Kurt pulls out and flips you over. Your face is buried in the mattress as he grabs you by your hips pulling your ass up into the air. He realigns himself and thrusts into you hard. You’re so sensitive you can’t do anything but cry out.
“I-I know baby-“ he starts, breath and voice shaky with pleasure. “M’ so mean for- using you like this-“ Nothing in the way he uses you says he’s apologetic. You can’t even think straight. The pleasure is too strong, the pressure from him is too much, you’re so full of him the only thing you can think of is his cock deep in your stomach.
“So mean,” you cry out tears starting to fall. You’re so overstimulated and he reaches his tail around to rub at your throbbing clit. He uses a hand to take your chin and make you look at him. Seeing your tears prompts a look of concern in his eyes. He kisses where your tears fall.
“Am I hurting you?” The speed of his hips not once faltering, but his voice came out so sweet. You shake your head no. “Good. I know my good girl can take it. Mein liebling.” His praises roll off his tongue so sweet. You begin to feel yourself getting close once more. The way he twitches inside you, lets you know he is too. “Want to fill you up. Please..” He kisses down your back. Voice so needy, so desperate.
“Please.” You mimic his words and with that his thrusts become sloppy, uncoordinated. He whimpers so loud chasing his orgasm until it hits. He bottoms out, tip deep in your cervix, until his hot liquid completely fills you deep in your womb. His sperm slowly begins to leak out. He doesn’t stop. He keeps grinding and rolling his hips until your third orgasm of the night hits you hard. You roll your hips back on him, ass slapping into his hips until your high dies down.
Once your breathing comes back down to normal, you look back at Kurt whose eyes never once left you. He slowly pulls out, shuddering at the squelch sound that follows. You both lay next to each other before he pulls you onto his lap. You two share a few more kisses before you lay your head on his chest.
“I’ll have to ask God for his forgiveness,” he says softly, sniffing your hair. You chuckle at his words. “Because I do not think I’ll ever be able to stop.” You kiss him once more, his hands finding their way back to your hips. You can feel his cock beginning to harden under you once more while a soft blush rises to his cheeks.
Summary: Tired of fighting, you and Erik work out some tension.
Warnings: Smut. Brief knife play. Oral (F. Receiving). Orgasm denial. Minors DNI. 18+ ONLY.
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Erik's relationship with your team has always been rocky. Most of the time he was long gone, hidden away with The Brotherhood of Mutants. He would cause chaos that the X-Men would have to smooth over especially when it came to the government. On the rare occasion, Charles and Erik would team up to take down threats against mutants. But most of the time, you were on opposite sides.
You had joined the X-Men a few years ago. You are a strong mutant with the gift of power mimicry. If you were in the proximity of another mutant, you could take on their powers if you wanted. This made you a huge threat to Erik when your teams were up against each other. He couldn't stand it. You could take anything he threw at you and give it back tenfold. You had gone toe to toe with him countless times over the years.
Now with the Sentinels threatening the existence of mutant kind, the X-Men and the Brotherhood of Mutants were teaming up. Erik and his crew are staying at the X-Mansion for the time being. It was hard to get used to at first. But both teams had slowly gotten used to each other, with the exception of you and Erik.
You were always at each other's throats. It's a constant battle of wills. You argued over everything. There was always so much tension between you. The air practically crackled with electricity any time you were in the same room. Tonight was no different. After another long battle, everyone was back at the X-Mansion. Erik stomped after you as you walk to your room.
"I told you to stay by my side so you could mimic my powers." Erik growls, his expression cold and teeth bared. He grabs your wrist to stop you from going inside. "Erik, I was fighting and we got separated. That's not my fault." You roll your eyes as you open the door to your room. "I told you to call me Magneto." He follows you inside your room, his mission suit ripped, his face dirty from the battle.
"When have I ever listened to you?" You put your hands on your hips, ready to square up with the Master of Magnetism. His light eyes meet yours and heat flares in your stomach. Damn him and his stupid handsome face. You take a deep breath to calm yourself, not wanting him to know how much he affects you. "I can't wait until this truce is over, so I don't have to see you all the time." You're pouting now. Erik smirks. "You're a terrible liar, love." With a flick of his wrist, your bedroom door slams shut.
"You know, Charles asked me to stop fighting with you." Erik takes a step closer, the space between you nearly nonexistent. You look at him suspiciously. "Why would he do that?" You can't think with him standing so close. You can feel the heat of him through his clothes. You shouldn't want him this badly. Sure, your teams were in a truce for now. But it would end eventually. Then he would go right back to being your enemy.
“Charles thinks it’s bad for our little forced team. If we are always fighting, he’s afraid The Brotherhood will start acting out too.” You roll your eyes. “Monkey see, monkey do” You quip. Erik grins. “Precisely. So love, I have an idea to quell all this tension between us.” His voice drops to that low timbre, chills cover your body. You can’t help it. He’s older, handsome, a villain. The man is a huge threat to humankind and yet here you are, panties wet just from the proximity.
You bite your bottom lip. You know you’ll regret even entertaining whatever crazy idea he has, but the words just slip out. “Well let’s hear it then.” You put your hands back on your hips, willing the attraction you’re feeling to go away. He presses himself against you, hard muscles against your soft form. Your breath hitches slightly. “I propose we hate fuck. I know you want me. I can see it clearly. Your eyes dilate when I’m near. The hitch in your breath when I stand too close gives you away.” The hum of metal goes through the air as he uses his powers to pull on your belt, drawing you closer.
“Hate fuck? I’m sure that is not what Charles had in mind, Erik.” You can’t believe the audacity of this man. A grin spreads on his devilishly handsome face. “I told you, my name is Magneto.” He places a large hand on your back. “And, that’s where you’re wrong, my sweet. Charles can read minds. He knew exactly what I was thinking, and yet, he didn’t object to the idea.” You were sure Charles didn’t think about Erik proposing this. Erik had a point though, Charles didn’t say no, but still this is Magneto. Sensing your hesitation, he brushes a stray hair from your face. “Just this once, darling. It will help, I promise. I’ll make it good for you.”
What little resolve you have shatters. His ripped suit and dirty appearance was undoubtedly sexy. You had no doubt that he would make it good for you. “Fine, but if you tell anyone, I’ll make you regret it.” You warn him, but he’s unbothered. Using his powers to move you with your belt buckle, he flings you effortlessly onto your bed. “I don’t kiss and tell, love.” He smirks as he climbs on top of you. His hands move to his helmet. He begins to take it off when you grab his arms. “The helmet stays on.”
His light eyes darken at your words. Erik leans down, lips crashing into yours. It’s not soft or sweet, not like the kisses you were used to. He did say this was hate fucking after all. You grab at his suit, trying to take it off. He breaks the kiss to pepper more along your jaw and down your neck. You gasp when he bites near your collarbone. You weren’t used to this. You had a few boyfriends who made love to you, but they weren’t this rough. Erik was just taking what he wanted. “Ah, ah, ah.” He scolds you. “If the helmet stays on, so does the suit.”
Erik holds a hand out, his powers searching for something when the pocket knife you left on your night stand flies over to him. His mouth returns to your neck, both hands holding your hips to keep you from wiggling too much. The pocket knife moves to the top of your super suit under the control of his powers. It slices through the black spandex, cutting right down the middle. Once you’re just in your bra and panties, Erik throws your tattered suit to the floor.
The knife presses against your chest. The cold metal blade is a stark contrast to your heated skin. You jump at the contact. Erik holds you down harder. “Stay still, love. Wouldn’t want you getting hurt, would we?” He teases you as the knife slices your bra. Erik throws it to the side. He takes you in: your exposed breasts, your chest heaving, your wide eyes. He growls as he lowers his face to your breast, taking a peaked nipple between his lips. His other hand rolls your other nipple between his thumb and forefinger while his powers move the knife over your torso. The jagged blade travels down your stomach making your breath hitch.
You try to be still, but it’s all so sensual. Him on top of you, the knife, the thrill of it, the fact that he’s your enemy. He stops for a second, glaring at you. “I said to hold still.” He snaps. He looks around your room, a wicked smile on his lips. He manipulates your iron headboard, the sides coming down to wrap around your wrists. You gasp as your arms are brought above your head. You could use your powers to remove it if you wanted. You both knew that, but you wouldn’t.
Your footboard captures your ankles at his command, spreading your legs. The sharp edge of the knife glides against your skin, pressing just hard enough to remind you that he could hurt you if he wanted. His teeth graze your nipple as the knife slices your panties, leaving you bare in front of him. He grins against your breast before sitting up to get a good look at you. He loves how you look under him. Your eyes are dark with lust. Your hands above your head, confined with your own headboard. You really are beautiful. He hates to admit it, even if only in his thoughts. You were always running your mouth, fighting with him over any little grievance. But now, he has all the control. The hum of his powers fill the room.
Erik grabs your ripped panties out from under you. He notices your other discarded clothing, but instead of tossing the panties on top of the pile, he gets an idea. “Open.” He commands, one hand on your face, squeezing your cheeks. His thumb and forefinger on either side of your mouth pressing your cheeks against your teeth. You do as you’re told without thinking about it. You should be ashamed, letting him boss you around like this. The man had been kept in a high security prison under The Pentagon for almost ten years for crying out loud. But shame is the last thing on your mind when you look into his light eyes. You open your mouth and he stuffs your panties inside. “Good girl.” He smiles, clearly pleased with himself, now that he had you restrained and quiet for what he assumed was the first time in your life.
Erik leans down biting your inner thigh, the knife now set aside. His cold helmet touches the top of your thigh causing you to shiver. He moves his hand, making the footboard spread you obscenely wide for him. You whimper, but it’s muffled by your panties. “What was that, darling?” He asks, and you can feel the satisfied smirk against your leg. His mouth seals over you, licking through your heat, plump lips sealing over your clit. You ache to clamp your legs around his helmet covered head to keep him there, but your makeshift restraints keep your legs apart.
He fucks you with his tongue, drinking you down while his nose glides against your clit. You hate how he already knows how to make you writhe under him. Your legs shake as buries his face against you. He moans as he grips your thighs, tongue swirling in intricate patterns the devil himself designed. He lifts his head, his dirty, ruggedly handsome face glistens, covered in you. He reaches up to take your panties out of your mouth, throwing them to the floor without care. “I want to hear what you sound like when you come for me.” He goes back to his meal. His lips tug on your clit. With a flick of his wrist, your footboard contorts back to its normal shape, freeing you. You rest your legs on his shoulders immediately, crossing your legs and pulling him closer with your heels.
He groans as he drags his tongue over you slowly, teasing you. “Erik please?” You beg him, hating yourself for it as soon as the words leave your mouth. You know he will throw this in your face the next argument you have. Erik pauses, “You know that’s not my name, love.” He says against you, his words vibrating along your core. This asshole! The absolute nerve he had to make you call him Magneto. Of course you knew he preferred to be called that. But nothing made you happier than pissing him off, so you called him Erik. The only time you even thought the name was in the middle of the night with images of him putting you through the mattress in your head and your hand between your thighs. He was going to make you say it or he wouldn’t let you come. You knew it, knew him well enough by now.
He swirls his wicked tongue expertly on your clit working you up higher and higher. “Erik!” You gasp, jerking against your headboard’s iron hold on your wrists. He flips you to your side, arms pulling against your headboard handcuffs. You squeak as you’re rolled over, his mouth never leaving you. You’re right there, so close it’s palpable. Then the insufferable jackass stops, his hands and mouth leaving you feeling cold and wanting. “I told you that’s not my name, love.” He lays his head on your inner thigh, pressing a soft kiss to your satiny skin. You groan, “I hate you so much!” He scoffs against your thigh, “I told you, you’re a terrible liar, darling. You love when I put my hands on you. You were just begging me when I had my mouth on the sweetest thing my villainous mouth will ever have the pleasure to taste. And you will be screaming my name when you come on my cock. Magneto.” He growls, his little outburst setting your skin on fire. He moves you so your back is against the mattress. He fixes his gaze on you, “Say it.” He commands.
Damn him. He looks incredible like this. His light eyes blazing with intensity, wild, unhinged, a little deranged. You shiver, you have only seen him look like this once. You were fighting, giving it everything you had. He pressed you up against an abandoned building away from the fight. He looked just like this. His nose had brushed against yours. Your breaths mingling and hearts beating rapidly. You had been so sure he was going to kiss you. Worst of all, you had wanted him to. He put his hand on your face angling you how he wanted. Just when he barely brushed his bottom lip against yours, Logan came flying through the building, sending bricks and debris soaring. The Blob had thrown him over here. Just your luck. Neither of you ever mentioned that moment, pretending it never happened.
He was looking at you with the same raw intensity now. “Beg me to give you my cock. Use my name.” That smug bastard. You’d rather makeout with Toad than to beg him again. But you were aching for him. You’d take it to your grave, but you needed him. You swallow thickly, your pride and the lump in your throat leaving. “Please give me your cock, Magneto?” He smiles triumphantly. “Again.” You keep his gaze as he unbuttons his pants, “Please can I have your cock, Magneto?” His name is barely past your lips when he slams into you. Your back arches up into him, your restraints keeping your hands above your head. You take a deep breath, trying to adjust to the thick length of him. He lifts your leg higher, setting it on his shoulder. He’s even deeper at this angle. He was hitting spots that made your head swim. His brutal thrusts push you up the bed. What’s left of your bed post bangs against the wall with force.
Erik brings his hand down between you, calloused thumb rubbing circles against your clit. You clench around him, your orgasm surging through you like lightning. “Magneto!” You cry out as he drives into you, his thrusts just as vicious as he is. Your body tightens around him, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he fucks you on himself. “So tight. So perfect.” He praises, burying his head into the side of your neck, his helmet cooling your skin. “Fuck.” He moans as he spills himself inside you. He presses a gentle kiss to your neck, trying to catch his breath. You use your powers to manipulate your headboard into its normal shape. You wiggle your arms, Erik sits up capturing your wrists. He looks them over, turning them to see if you were hurt. He kisses each wrist. This tender side of him a stark contrast to the rough way he just fucked you. He grabs your face, thumb caressing your cheek. “If you argue with me tomorrow, I’ll bend you over the table in the War Room in front of both our teams, consequences be damned.” He growls, the unhinged look in his eyes, tells you he means it. “What happened to this being a one time thing?” You tease him. “Darling, we both know this was never going to be a one time thing” He nips your ear playfully. You smile, thinking of all the ways you’re going to provoke him tomorrow.
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