Title: Wide Amber Eyes Fandom: Marvel Word Count: 850 Characters: Kurt Wagner x Reader, Jean Grey, Scott Summers, Peter Maximoff, Jubilee Reader Gender: Female Warnings: Hints of smut Notes: Based on this and this, from @kurtwxgners’s Wonderland of Smutty Headcanons.
Dating a good Catholic boy can be worlds of fun, if one knows how to play their cards right. And you knew quite well – sometimes you could get him all kinds of flustered without even trying. “You do realize that we might have to rush Kurt to the emergency room after he sees you in that, don’t you?” You looked yourself over in the mirror once more. You wore a dark blue bikini, which you had chosen with the full intention of making your boyfriend swoon. You smirked. “That’s your goal, though, isn’t it?” Jean asked teasingly. “As if you didn’t buy that little number to give Scott grief,” you retorted with a grin, motioning towards her choice of swimsuit. “Touché,” she replied, then the two of you walked arm-in-arm towards the mansion’s swimming pool. It had been miserably hot out the past few days, so you, Jean, Jubilee, Kurt, Scott, and Peter all decided that it would be a good idea to have a little pool party. When you and Jean arrived, Peter was already blaring music, and Scott was trying to wrestle Kurt into the pool. The former almost won, but the latter vanished into thin air, causing Scott to fall into the water. “No fair!” Scott hollered as he pulled himself out of the pool, causing Kurt to laugh. Once on dry land again, Scott went to go grab a towel, but froze when he saw you and Jean – or, more accurately, just Jean. A soft “Holy shit” fell from his lips as he gawked. He began blindly swinging his arm out until he smacked Kurt hard on the chest, never taking his eyes off Jean. “Ow! Vhy did –” Kurt, too, froze when he saw you. You pretended not to notice as you talked to Peter about the music selection. “I think Blue might be about to have a heart attack,” Peter stated in a low voice, sniggering. You had felt Kurt’s eyes on you during your entire conversation with Peter, and when you turned around, you decided that he might be right. Kurt was still frozen in place, staring at you with a slack-jawed expression and wide. amber eyes. “You should go check on him. That might make it worse, but you should make sure he’s still breathing.” You shook your head and laughed softly, but did as Peter suggested, walking over to Kurt and wrapping your arms around his torso. You were close enough to him that you could feel his growing hard on against your lower stomach. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? You seem a bit… tense,” you said innocently, using your fingertips to trace the patterns that adorned his back. He closed his eyes as he exhaled, and rested his head on top of yours. “‘Tense’ is not the right word, my darling,” he muttered, his accent thicker than usual. You grinned triumphantly. Your goal of sexually frustrating your boyfriend was a success. “I’ve got sustenance, people!” Jubilee called as she walked over to the pool, setting a cooler down on the table. You pressed a quick kiss to Kurt’s jaw, then walked over to where everyone was digging through the cooler. You didn’t miss Kurt attempting to slyly adjust himself in his swim trunks as you walked off, and it only made your grin widen. After fending off the hungry hands of the others, you managed to grab a popsicle. Upon peeling off the wrapping, you realized it was blue raspberry. Pleased with your choice, you began licking the popsicle, but eventually realized that was just wasting time and it was starting to melt, so you decided to suck on it instead. You didn’t even notice Kurt staring at you with a somewhat pained expression. He watched as you licked and sucked at the popsicle, and it didn’t help at all that the particular color of it, combined with your actions, reminded him of… things. Things he shouldn’t be thinking about surrounded by his friends, but the way your lips wrapped around the blue ice… the way your tongue ran over the tip of it, before it disappeared into your mouth again… the way the melted drops dripped onto your almost-entirely bare chest, and cascaded down between your breasts, before disappearing between them…. You heard a low noise, somewhere between a groan and a whine, then the familiar bamf of Kurt disappearing. Peter suddenly choked on his soda and began laughing. “You’re so mean to that poor guy, Y/N,” Scott said, laughing as well. “What are you on about? And where’d Kurt go?” you asked, looking around. He was nowhere to be seen. “You, um… well, I think he… um, the…” Jean tried to explain, before pointing at the popsicle in your hand. You looked down at it for a moment before your mouth formed an O, realizing what she was insinuating. “Well,” you began, tossing the popsicle into the trash can with a smirk on your face, “I’m going to go see if I can be of assistance.” You could hear Scott and Peter wolf-whistling as you walked off to find Kurt.
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