Evan Peters Drabbles

Teasing Glances (Quicksilver [X-Men] x Reader)

REQUESTED: Something similar to prompt #26 with Quicksilver?

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Tonight was a special night at the X Mansion. All of the teachers, trainers, & other members of the staff gathered around Charles' most exquisite & large table for a huge meal to celebrate the anniversary of the opening of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. Since you were a teacher & your boyfriend was part of the X-Men, you were both a part of the celebration. You had been dating Quicksilver for a little over a year now & things were going amazing. You could see that he loved you dearly & he never failed to shower you with love & affection. You did the same with him, reminding him on a daily basis exactly how much you loved him.

Despite how much he loved you, there was one aspect of yourself that drove Peter insane: your cheekiness. You were a complete & utter tease, even moreso than he was, doing anything to get a rise out of him. It was entertaining, to say the least, to you. Your favorite time to do it was when you were out in public because there was nothing he could do about it. Other than shoot you glares, that is.

Tonight was no different. You planned to tease the Hell out of Peter, even though you knew he would just get you back later. He was sitting right next to you at the table, his eyes occasionally drifting towards yours & winking. You smirked, waiting for the perfect time to strike.

"Brothers & sisters," Charles spoke, "we are gathered here today to celebrate the success of our beautiful school. Because of all the hard work each & every one of you have put in, this school has prospered for another year. We helped over five thousand students this year alone learn to control their powers & believe in the good in humanity. All of you are a significant part of their future & the future of the relationship between mutants & humans. Thank you all for your incredible work this year & may we all take the time now to thank each other for making this all possible. I, myself, didn't imagine creating a school for so many gifted students, but it became my passion & dream. A dream that wouldn't have been possible without all the  pride & hard work each & every one of you put in. This is more than just a job or school to me; it's a passion & a calling & I know that you all feel the same," he raised his glass, some of the guests were sniffling & shedding quiet tears, "A toast, to another successful year at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters!" everyone cheered & raised their glasses, toasting each other with exclamations of 'Cheers!'

As you finished up your own toasts & congratulations, you turned to Peter. He didn't notice you were staring & he didn't even look in your direction until you teasingly slid your legs up against his. His eyes immediately shot in your direction, widening slightly at first before narrowing in accusation. You just grinned, brushing your leg gently against his calf. He bit his lip & tried to keep his composure as you continued to stroke his leg with your own.

Everyone was distracted as the freshly-made gourmet food began to arrive. You moved your leg away from Peter's, causing him to sigh with relief. You placed your hand gently on his knee & kept it there for several minutes. He waited in fear, wondering what you would do. Eventually, after letting him psychologically burst for a bit, you slid your hand slowly up his thigh. He quickly grabbed your hand & held it in place. You pretended as if nothing was going on, talking & laughing with the other teachers & your friends near you. Eventually, Peter released your hand, but you just let it rest on his upper thigh once more. Once you got as high as you could go, you gave his thigh a firm squeeze, causing him to gasp & stand up in a jerk reaction, banging his knee against the underside of the table with a yelp.

You tried to hold back a laugh as everyone turned to stare at Peter, who was now blushing furiously, "Uh...sorry?" he quickly sat back down & eventually, everyone else turned back to what they were doing. Peter glared at you, his cheeks still red, "Stop it."

You smiled innocently, "Stop what?"

His eyes narrowed, "You know exactly what."

You continued looking at him with that same innocent look, "I'm just enjoying the meal."

He groaned, "Just stop it. Stop with the touching, the teasing, & my God, stop looking at me like that," he bounced anxiously in his chair, "I can't handle it when you look at me like that."

You smirked, "Oh, really?" he bit his lip as you continued to give him naïve glanced throughout the meal. By the time dinner was almost over, Peter was a hot & bothered mess. He was vibrating slightly in his chair, gripping the handles tightly in an attempt to control himself, but eventually, it became too much.

You shot him one final, innocent glance & that was it. He grabbed you, pulled you into his lap, & raced you both upstairs into his bedroom, all in a matter of one second. No one even noticed either of you had left.

Peter slammed you into his mattress, his lips pressing feverishly against your throat as he groaned needily, "Why do you always do this to me?"

You laughed & wrapped your arms around his neck, tousling his hair gently, "It's fun messing with you."

"You're so lucky I love you."

You smiled, "I know," he kissed a trail along your jawline towards your chin, pressing a kiss to your chin once his lips reached it.

He kissed your lips softly & repeatedly, murmuring against them, "I'm sooo going to get you back one of these days."

"Mhmm," you mumbled, not really caring to argue at the moment.

Within seconds, he had you fidgeting against the sheets & curling up into him, the dinner long forgotten.