X-Men Oneshots

Magnetic Intentions (Erik Lehnsherr)

The evening air was warm, a soft breeze flowing through the open windows of your shared apartment. It had been a long day—work, meetings, and the general chaos of life—and you were curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over your lap and a book in your hands. Erik was sitting across from you in an armchair, flipping through a newspaper, but you could feel his gaze on you more than once.

You tried to focus on your book, but something about the way Erik kept glancing at you was distracting. His usual brooding demeanor seemed... different tonight. Almost playful, but still subtle, like he was waiting for you to notice something. You glanced up, catching his eye for a brief moment before he turned his attention back to the paper. He was definitely up to something.

"What's going on?" you asked, finally setting your book down.

"Nothing," Erik replied, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Why do you ask?"

You narrowed your eyes. He was being too casual, too composed for someone who had been sending quiet signals all evening. You knew him better than that.

Standing up, you walked over to him, standing just close enough that you could see the faint tension in his body as he tried to maintain his calm exterior. "You're staring at me."

"Am I?" His voice was low, the playful tone even more obvious now. "I didn't notice."

You rolled your eyes, but before you could say anything, Erik's hand gently grasped yours, pulling you into his lap in one swift motion. A surprised laugh escaped you as you settled against his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist.

"Erik," you began, but his lips were already grazing your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. His intentions were clear now, the subtlety abandoned in favor of the magnetic pull between the two of you. You could feel the warmth of his breath, the way his hands settled against your waist, his fingers trailing ever so slightly against your skin.

"I've been patient," he murmured against your ear, his voice low and intimate. "But you were too focused on your book to notice."

Your heart raced, his words sending a rush of heat through you. "So you were staring," you teased, your voice softening.

"I was," he admitted, his lips brushing your jawline. "But only because I couldn't stop thinking about you."

You tilted your head slightly, giving him better access as he kissed his way along your neck, his touch both gentle and commanding. He wasn't in a hurry—he never was—but there was no mistaking the intent behind each lingering touch. He wanted you, and he wanted you to know it.

His hand moved to your thigh, squeezing softly, the weight of his touch enough to make your pulse quicken. "I think you're trying to tell me something," you said, your voice breathy as his lips found their way to your shoulder.

"Am I?" he replied, the faintest hint of a smirk in his voice as his hands roamed a little higher. "What gave me away?"

You laughed softly, turning slightly in his lap so you could look into his eyes. "You're not as subtle as you think."

Erik's gaze met yours, the heat between you simmering just beneath the surface. His lips hovered close to yours, his breath warm and inviting. "Maybe I didn't want to be subtle tonight," he whispered before capturing your lips in a slow, deliberate kiss.

The world around you seemed to melt away, the only thing grounding you was the feel of his hands on your body, the way his kiss deepened with every passing second. His fingers slid through your hair, pulling you closer as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss even further. It was clear now—he didn't just want your attention, he wanted all of you.

You pulled back slightly, just enough to catch your breath, your heart pounding against your chest. "You could have just said something," you teased, your lips brushing against his.

Erik smirked, his hand sliding to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him. "Where's the fun in that?"

With a playful glint in your eye, you pushed your hands against his chest, sliding back just enough to make him follow your movements. "You know, I could make you work for it," you said, your voice light but laced with challenge.

Erik's eyes darkened slightly, his grip on you tightening. "If that's what you want, I'll gladly rise to the challenge."

You bit your lip, a rush of excitement coursing through you. "Maybe I do."

Before you could say anything more, Erik's hands slid under your shirt, his touch sending a spark of heat through you. "Careful, Y/N," he whispered, his lips finding yours again. "I always get what I want."

And tonight, it was clear he wanted nothing more than you.