Evan Peters Drabbles

It's About Bloody Time (Quicksilver [X-Men] x Reader)

REQUESTED: Can you write another drabble about Peter & Y/N playing video games & listening to music & when they start making out Charles (a.k.a. Y/N's dad) walks in?

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"No!" you screeched as Peter "accidentally" hit your hand that gripped onto the joy stick tightly, making your PacMan character fly right into the path of oncoming ghosts. You slammed your fist down onto the game as the familiar ping that signaled your death played loudly, "Damn you!" you spun around to glare at your asshole boyfriend, who refused to let you beat him in any game, "You're such a cheater!" you said, pointing a finger accusingly at him.

He just smiled sweetly, putting on his innocent façade that never fooled anyone, especially not you, "What do you mean? It was only an accident."

You snorted, "Oh, yeah, it was an accident that just so happened right before I was about to beat your score?"

He shrugged, "Karma works in strange ways."

"Karma?" you guffawed, "We'll see who'll get Karma for being a big ass cheater!"

Peter chuckled, closing the gap between you two as he pressed his palms against your waist, "How can I make it up to you?"

"Shove it, Maximoff; you're not making up shit," he laughed, still moving closer. Your cheeks flushed as your bottom lip began to be torn between your teeth. You & Peter were fairly a new couple, so you haven't kissed each other yet. Furthermore, since Charles was your father, you didn't want to run the risk of him finding about your relationship & disapproving it. So, you both put off on the kissing, although neither of you could stop thinking about kissing the other.

You recomposed yourself & spun around from Peter, making your back face him once more as you started up a new game. Peter frowned at this, but watched you intently, determined to destroy any chances of you winning.

At the same time, his mind was elsewhere, relishing in the scent of your shampoo & how your hair framed your face. He smiled at your reflection in the game screen, how your look of concentration appeared so beautifully in the mirrored image. He easily got lost in the deep pools of your pupils, admiring their lovely color & focus. He loved the way your brows furrowed whenever you had a close call & was almost consumed by a ghost. But once his eyes settled on your lips, it was then that he was truly captivated.

He gazed at your mouth, watching as you chewed your bottom lip with anxiety, gnawing it between your teeth. Every so often, you would suck in your lips to drag your tongue across them, moistening them before once more pulling it between your incisors. He bit his own lip at the sight of yours, red & plump from being gnawed on. He had never wanted to kiss you moreso than he did in that moment & he found himself having an incredibly difficult time from stopping himself from just turning you around & kissing you roughly. He wanted to feel your mouth move against his, wondering what flavor of Chap Stick you wore & whether the taste of your lips was as sweet as you. Watching you chew & lick your lips made him want to groan out loud in frustration. His patience was running thin & pretty soon, he wouldn't be able to contain himself any longer.

"Ha! Shove it, Maximoff; I win!" you cheered triumphantly as you jumped out of the chair. During his distracted fantasy, Peter had completely forgotten to stop you from beating his high score & you eventually did just that. You grinned at him as you did a little victory dance. Peter watched you for a moment before a smirk slowly appeared on his face.

"Ready for your prize?"

You stopped you little celebration to look at him, raising an eyebrow, "You're going to reward me for kicking your ass?"

He chuckled as he closed the space between you once more, his hands resting on your hips again. You watched him as he bit his lip, his gaze falling to your lips. Before you even had time to question it, Peter had his lips pressed feverishly against yours.

It was as if time had stopped completely & the world was no longer spinning on its axis. You returned his kiss graciously, letting your hands wrap around his neck to hold him close. His lips moved against yours, deeply & slowly, relishing in the moment & the sweet taste of your lips. Suddenly, he dipped you down a bit, causing you to squeak in surprise as he squeezed your hips. You ran a hand through his hair as you continued to kiss & he eagerly deepened.

You kissed passionately for quite some time, until the sound of someone clearing their throat made you suddenly pull apart. Peter accidentally released you, causing you to fall to the ground on your butt. You yelped in surprise as Peter held his hands up in defense, "I didn't do anything. I've been here all day," he said, suddenly rushing over to his bed.

You grudingly got up, staring daggers at your boyfriend as you rubbed your lower back before you turned to see who so rudely barged in on your make out session. You turned bright pale when you saw none other than your father, perched in the doorway with his arms crossed & an eyebrow raised.

You gulped, "Dad? What are you doing here?"

"Well, I was going to offer you to teach my class today," he smirked, "but evidently, you're occupied at the moment."

You blushed madly, "I can explain. I was just...we were just...?"

"It's about bloody time!" he declared.

You just stared at him in confusion, "What?"

Peter suddenly appeared by your side, "Yeah, what?"

Charles rolled his eyes, "I was so tired of having to hear your guys' thoughts about how much you wanted to kiss each other, but neither of you were courageous enough to do anything about it," he wheeled himself over to Peter & pat him on the back, "It took you long enough, Peter, but I appreciate that you took the initiative," he motioned for Peter to move lower to Charles' level. Once he did, Charles whispered something in his ear that made Peter blush wildly & nod his head quickly.

"Yes, Sir! Won't happen again," he smiled nervously & saluted your father.

"Excellent! Carry on, you two," he wheeled himself out of the room, but came back less than a second later, "I expect at least one grand child in the near future!" he declared with a wink before he left for good.

You & Peter looked to each other & laughed at both of your guys' disheveled appearances: your cheeks blushing wildly in embarrassment, "Well, at least he wasn't pissed," you commented.

He nodded, "True," Peter grabbed you & dipped you again, "Now, where were we?"

You smirked, "I believe we were about to make some grandbabies."

He laughed, "Already? Shouldn't I put a ring on it first?" you rolled your eyes & he pulled you back into a standing position.

"What did my dad tell you earlier?" you suddenly questioned, catching him off guard.

He blushed immensely, "I don't know what you're talking about."

You smirked, "Yes you do."

He whined, "Don't make me say it out loud!"

"Don't be a baby; just spill it."

He sighed, "He told me that if he ever heard my dirty thoughts about you again, he'd expell me & kill me in my sleep," he admitted sheepishly, pinching the bridge of his nose in embarrassment & slight irritation.

You burst out laughing, "Oh my God, Peter!" you laughed harder as he playfully glared at you.

"It's not funny!"

"Yes it is!" you grinned & wrapped your arms around his neck, "Best prize ever," he rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless, "Now, where were we?" Peter grinned & his lips were on yours once more.