X-Men Oneshots

Speed of Affection (Peter Maximoff)

It was a rare day off for Peter Maximoff. A day without saving the world or running at supersonic speed to stop a villain. And what did he do with all that free time? Annoy you, of course.

You were curled up on the couch, trying to read a book, enjoying the peace. The mansion was surprisingly quiet, and you had hoped to make the most of it. But Peter had other ideas.

"Babe," his voice came from behind you, almost too close. "Hey, babe."

You felt the soft poke at your side before you even had a chance to respond. You shifted a little, trying to ignore him.

"Babydoll," Peter sang in that teasing tone of his, poking your side again. This time, he slid onto the couch beside you, his legs draped across your lap.

You sighed but didn't look up from your book. "Peter..."

"Yeah?" he said, his silver eyes twinkling with mischief as he leaned closer. You could practically feel the smirk on his face.

"What do you want?"

"I'm bored," he groaned dramatically, his head falling back against the cushions. "There's nothing to do."

"There's plenty to do," you replied, still attempting to focus on the words on the page. "You could literally run anywhere in the world right now if you wanted."

"I don't wanna run," he said, pouting. "I wanna be here, with you. Entertain me."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile tugging at your lips. Peter's energy was infectious, even when it was irritating. He poked your side again, and this time you swatted his hand away.

"Peter, if you don't stop—"

"Stop what, babygirl?" He grinned, leaning in closer. "I'm not doing anything."

You glared at him playfully. "You're poking me."

"Oh, this?" He poked your side again, then darted away in a blur of silver and black. "I don't know what you're talking about."

You huffed, setting your book aside, fully aware you weren't going to get any reading done while Peter was in one of his moods. "What do you want?"

He zipped back to your side in an instant, his arm casually thrown over your shoulders. "I want you to pay attention to me. Is that so much to ask?"

"You're such a child," you said, laughing despite yourself.

His smirk widened. "But I'm your child, right?"

Your face flushed slightly at the implication, but you didn't have time to retort before Peter was leaning in, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, "What's the matter, sweetheart? You don't like me teasing you?"

Your heart skipped a beat. He could be infuriating, but when he turned up the charm like this, it was hard to stay annoyed. You tried to play it cool, crossing your arms and shifting slightly away from him, but Peter, being Peter, closed the distance in a second.

"Come on, Y/N," he said, his voice low and smooth, a tone he rarely used unless he wanted something more. "I can think of better ways for us to spend our day off..."

His fingers gently trailed down your arm, sending shivers through your skin. Your breath hitched as his touch lingered, and when you turned to look at him, his face was mere inches from yours. The teasing glint in his eyes softened into something warmer, more intense.

"Peter..." you whispered, unsure if you were warning him or inviting him in.

"Mhm?" His gaze dropped to your lips, and without warning, he closed the distance between you in a heartbeat, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both soft and electric at the same time.

You melted into him, your hands tangling in his silver hair as he pulled you closer, his playful attitude replaced by something far more heated. The kiss deepened, his hand sliding down your back, pressing you against him as his body hummed with energy.

"I could never get bored of this," Peter murmured against your lips before kissing you again, more urgently this time. His lips moved against yours in a way that made your head spin, and when you finally broke apart to catch your breath, his forehead rested against yours, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

"Maybe I should poke you more often," he teased, his breath warm against your skin.

You laughed, still breathless, and nudged him playfully. "You're impossible."

"But you love me," he replied, his grin wide and boyish as he leaned in to kiss you again.

And, of course, you did.