X-Men Oneshots

Training (Hank McCoy)

Hank McCoy's POV

The training room was a cacophony of grunts, heavy breathing, and the dull thud of bodies colliding against one another. I always enjoyed our training sessions, especially with Y/N. Her tenacity and skill pushed me to my limits, and I found myself constantly surprised by her resilience. But today felt different. The air crackled with an energy that I couldn't quite place, and I could sense a tension lingering just beneath the surface.

"Come on, McCoy!" Y/N taunted, her eyes sparkling with challenge. "You're supposed to be the 'Beast,' but I can barely keep you on your toes!"

A smirk tugged at my lips as I charged forward, dodging her swift kick and countering with a well-placed jab to her side. "You should know better than to underestimate me, Y/N."

"Let's see if you can keep up!" she replied, her voice laced with determination. As she lunged forward, I felt an unexpected rush of adrenaline, a mix of competitive spirit and something deeper that had been simmering for far too long.

Y/N's POV

The training room was my sanctuary—a place where I could push my limits and hone my skills. But there was something about my sparring sessions with Hank that always left me breathless. He was powerful and intelligent, and I relished the challenge he presented. But lately, there had been an unspoken tension between us, an electric charge that made every touch linger longer than necessary.

As I dodged his punches, I couldn't help but admire the way he moved, his strength and grace in perfect harmony. "Keep up, Beast!" I teased, my heart racing as I threw a flurry of punches, each one aimed to test his resolve.

"Don't get too cocky," he warned, blocking my hits with surprising ease. "You might just push me too far."

A smirk danced on my lips as I pressed forward, my movements growing more aggressive. The thrill of the fight was intoxicating, but there was an edge to it—an underlying heat that made every connection feel electric.

Hank's POV

As the intensity of the fight escalated, I could feel my emotions boiling just below the surface. Y/N was fierce, but there was a reckless abandon in her movements that both exhilarated and frustrated me. I knew I should rein it in, but something inside me craved the challenge.

"Enough games!" I growled, finally pushing her back with a combination of speed and strength. I lunged at her, intent on gaining the upper hand. But as we grappled, I felt her strength and determination matching mine blow for blow.

"Is that all you've got?" she shot back, and in a surge of frustration, I used my strength to pin her against the wall, my body pressed against hers.

Y/N's POV

I gasped as Hank's body pressed me firmly against the wall, the heat radiating between us almost palpable. Our faces were inches apart, and I could see the fury and determination in his eyes, but beneath that was something else—something raw and primal that sent my heart racing.

"Maybe I pushed you too far," I murmured, breathless, trying to maintain my bravado even as I felt the world around us fade away.

"Maybe," he replied, his voice low and rough. "But I can't help but admire your tenacity. It's infuriating."

"Infuriating?" I echoed, surprised by the hint of a smile that tugged at his lips. "Or attractive?"

The tension between us shifted, anger flickering into something else entirely. The air was thick with unspoken words, and for a moment, all I could focus on was the closeness of our bodies, the heat radiating between us.

Hank's POV

Her words hung in the air like a challenge, daring me to cross a line I had been hesitant to approach. I could feel the rapid beat of her heart against my chest, the warmth of her breath mingling with mine. "You're playing a dangerous game, Y/N," I warned, but my voice lacked conviction.

"Am I?" she asked, tilting her head slightly. The challenge in her eyes was undeniable, and I felt my resolve weakening. "Or maybe we've both been dancing around this for far too long."

"I—" I began, but the words caught in my throat as I gazed into her eyes, searching for clarity. All I saw was desire, raw and unfiltered, and I knew we were teetering on the edge of something monumental.

Y/N's POV

As we stood there, caught in this moment of undeniable tension, I felt my breath hitch in my throat. "We can't ignore this anymore, Hank," I said softly, my heart pounding. "I don't want to pretend like nothing is happening between us."

His gaze darkened with intensity, and I could see the conflict in his eyes—wanting to reach out, wanting to give in. "You're right," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But this could complicate everything."

"Sometimes, complications lead to the best things," I replied, my heart racing as I reached up to cup his face. "Don't you want to find out?"

Hank's POV

Her touch sent shockwaves through me, igniting a fire I had tried to suppress. I wanted to lean into it, to explore this newfound connection, but the weight of our history loomed heavily. "Y/N," I warned, my voice barely above a whisper. "If we cross this line, there's no going back."

"Maybe that's exactly what we need," she replied, her gaze unwavering. "We've been fighting for so long, Hank. Isn't it time we fight for something else?"

In that moment, something shifted within me. I had always respected Y/N as a warrior, but now I saw her as so much more. The walls I had built around my heart began to crumble, and I felt a rush of desire overwhelming me.

"Then let's not waste any more time," I said, my voice low and resolute as I leaned in closer, capturing her lips with mine in a heated kiss.

Y/N's POV

The kiss ignited something deep within me, a passion that had been simmering just beneath the surface. Hank's lips were warm and insistent against mine, and I melted into him, feeling the tension that had once been so daunting transform into something exhilarating.

As we kissed, all the frustration and longing of our sparring sessions bled away, replaced by a rush of emotion that left me breathless. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss as the world outside faded into nothingness.

Hank's POV

As I kissed her, I felt all my reservations slip away. The fierceness of our training sessions paled in comparison to the depth of our connection. I wanted to hold onto this moment, to capture the rawness of it, knowing it could change everything.

When we finally broke apart, both of us breathless, I rested my forehead against hers. "What now?" I asked, searching her eyes for answers.

"Now we embrace this," she replied, a smile breaking across her face. "We've been through the fire together. We can handle anything that comes our way."