Title: Peter’s Day Out. Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader. Words: 977 Rating: M. (Language, sexual content).
“So, is your…” Peter scrunched his face slightly, looking down at Kurt’s lap for a moment, “Is it blue?”
Kurt sat his book down and looked over at the silver haired man, swallowing as he did. “Excuse me?”
“I asked if your dick was blue.” He said blantly.
Kurt sputtered for a moment, standing up and getting ready to leave the room, but not before Peter could shout at him, “It’s okay if it is! Mine can vibrate! Which is worse here!?”
A few hours later…
Peter looked at Hank and raised his eyebrows, unsure of how to ask what he wanted to. He tilted his head to the side and hummed, “So, you ever break any beds in beast mode?”
“….”
“I’m asking for a friend.”
“…..”
“That friend is me, I’m curious. I break headboards sometimes. But, it’s usually just me, myself and I, going too fast. My mom gets mad, she said it sounds lik-”
Hank stood up, walking away before letting Peter finish. “Yeah, good talk! I’ll catch up with you!”
A few hours later…
Peter pattered his fingers against his knee caps, tapping like a drum. “So, your glasses,” Peter talked to Scott, “They make things like. Pink, right?”
“Sort of, not so m-”
“So, you can’t tell what color lingerie the girls in your Playboys are wearing? Dude, this month’s model,” He gasped slightly, “She’s wearing this really sexy blue set, I suggest taking your glasses off.”
“I can’t.”
“Oh, yeah.” He muttered, “Lucky you then, you can stare at girls without them realizing you’re staring at them.”
“Thanks for the suggestion, Peter.”
A few hours later…
Peter popped his lips and looked at Erik, a small smirk tugging at the edges of his lips, “You control metal, right?”
“Yes, is there a reason you’re asking?”
“I mean, yeah,” Peter shrugged, “Does it come in handy with girls? I mean, like, taking off bras. Those things are really complicated.”
“Who are you again?”
Peter puffed his chest out, “I’ll go ask the Professor, he’ll either give me an answer or shut the door in my face again.”
An hour later…
Peter had found himself in front of Kurt again, only this time, inside of the kitchen area where he was enjoying a cup of tea. He felt defeated, sitting across from him. Kurt kept his gaze down, trying to focus on his book, “You’re religious, right?”
“Yes. Catholic.”
“I heard somewhere that religious people are the kinkiest in bed. I mean, there’s a reason why Mormons have like. 16 kids.” He laughed to himself.
“Wh…”
“You know, like whips, chains and shit.”
“I’m leaving.”
“Good idea.”
Kurt stood, along with Peter who followed him down the hallway, “I mean, have you ever seen a pair of tits?”
Kurt bit down on his bottom lip and looked at Peter, “No.”
“They’re great,” He nodded, “I mean like, technically, they’re balls of fat on a girls chest, but hot diggity. I found some of Scott’s dirty videos. Want me to lend them to you?”
“No.”
“You’re probably right, that’s a bad idea.” Peter tilted his head, “Do you… Touch yourself? I mean, how would that work? You have three fingers… or…” He gasped, “YOU USE YOUR TAIL, DON’T YOU? Oh. That’s what that weird growling was last night. Fuck, dude. You need to control yourself.”
“If I had my holy water, I’d drown you in it.” Kurt gave him a smile, shutting his bedroom door in front of Peter.
Half an hour later…
“(Name), yo!” Peter jogged to catch up with you as you walked outside, along the small pond.
“Hey, Peter.” You grinned, “What’s up?”
“You’re telepathic, right?” You nodded, “Cool. Let me try this pick up line.”
You stopped walking, turning to look straight at him, “What is it?”
“You don’t need to look into my mind to see what you do to me,” He started off smoothly, “You just need to put your hand on my-”
“Bye, Peter.” You patted his shoulder, walking away before he could finish, “By the way, I can quite literally see what I’m doing to you. I suggest not wearing tight pants.”
“I could always not wear pants with you!” He suggested.
“Yeah, but then other girls could see what’s only mine.”
A while later…
Peter knocked on Kurt’s door, “you teleport too, huh?”
Kurt didn’t respond.
“Could you teleport me into (Name)’s room? This is sort or urgent.”
“What sort of urgency?”
“She stole all my porno magazines and won’t give them backkkk.”
Kurt opened his door, glaring at Peter from head to toe before literally chucking a Bible at him, “This is the only thing you need to read.”
An hour later…
“Thanks for letting me borrow you book, Kurt,” You smiled at the blue mutant, handing him back the borrowed Chemistry book, “I really needed it.”
“It was my pleasure, (Name).”
“That’s the only pleasure he’s getting.” Peter snickered, walking beside you and resting his arm around your shoulder. “Amirite?”
“I don’t know, I could leave you and blow his mind.”
“I’m sure his mind isn’t the only thing you’d be blowing.” Peter muttered under his breath.
“Apologize to Kurt. That wasn’t very nice.”
“I’m sorry for your lack of pleasure, Kurt. Please, let (Name) borrow more books from you so you can get enough.”
“Peter, come closer.” He obeyed, pressing his forehead against yours playfully. “Thank you.” You kissed the side of his mouth before focusing a thought into his mind.
He flinched momentarily, pulling back, “What the fuck was that?”
“That was the imagine of Kurt naked, enjoy it. Until you give him a decent apology.”
“How do you know what that looks like!?”
“I have a great mind, Peter. Don’t doubt me.”
“She accidentally walked in on me dressing last week,” Kurt peeped up, “I thought I locked my door, but I hadn’t-”
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