Prompt:
Omg could u maybe write something where kurt’s tail is super sensitive? Um
maybe some sensual touching?
Note:
More Kurt fic!!
Kurt sat on the ground beside a tree, his
bible in his hands. It was a nice day out, so he had decided to read. The spot
under the tree was perfect. Not only was it tucked into the shade, it was the
perfect place to watch to watch you fly.
You and Kurt were complete opposites in
appearance. While he looked uncannily like a blue demon, you had big, fluffy
angel wings and a silver halo floating over your head. The others thought his
crush on you was cute. He knew in his heart that you were meant for him. God
had sent him an angel.
While he tried to focus on the scripture in
front of him, he couldn’t help it when his amber eyes drifted to the skies in
search of you. You were gliding through the air, firing blasts of yellow light
energy at drones Hank had designed. After you deactivated the drones, you
swooped to the ground, landing powerfully. The ground beneath you shook.
“That was spectacular!” Charles praised you.
“Well done! You’re really getting a handle on your energy blasts.”
“Thanks,” you smiled, straightening out. You
ruffled your wings and straightened out your halo. “Mind if I take a little
break?”
“That’s fine. You’ve done plenty of work
today,” he smiled. You nodded, grabbing your water bottle off of the table and
flying over to the tree Kurt was spread out under and plopping down beside him.
“Hey blue,” you smiled, taking a long drink
from your bottle. He looked up from his Bible, pretending he hadn’t been
watching you the entire time.
“Guten tag,” he greeted.
“How’s your day been?”
“It’s better now,” he said before he could
stop himself. I rosy blush spread across your cheeks. His tail moved around,
swaying from side to side. You watched it, distracted by the fluid movement. A
slow smile spread across Kurt’s face.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” you realized you had been
staring.
“Vould you like to touch it?” he offered, his
voice quiet. You nodded, scooting so close that your thighs were touching. His
tail dipped in front of you so you could reach it. Gently, you ran your
fingertips along the smooth skin. It was soft, not as rough or scaly as you had
expected, but soft.
Kurt had to hold in a moan as you stroked the
tender areas. He clenched his fists and tensed up, trying not to move. His tail
began to waver a little.
“You okay?” you asked. “Did I hurt you?”
“Oh no,” he shook his head. “It’s just
sensitive. But if feels good.”
“Okay, good,” You nodded.
“Hey Kurt, (Y/N), do you guys wanna sneak out
with us?” asked Scott, walking over arm-in-arm with Jean.
“Vhere are you going?” he asked.
“The mall,” Jean answered. “They just opened
up this new ice cream place and the arcade has half off tokens today.”
“Sounds fun,” you agreed, using your wings to
propel you off of the ground. You helped Kurt to his feet.
“Great,” Peter zipped in. “And we gotta catch
a movie while we’re there,”
“Vhy?” Kurt asked.
“To give you lovebirds an excuse to hold
hands,” Peter quipped before zipping away. Kurt rubbed the back of his neck,
blushing. You laughed.
“We don’t need an excuse, do we, Kurt?” You
asked, slipping your hand into his. He gulped nervously. You felt the muscles
in his hand tense.
“N-no, ve don’t,”
Jean smiled watching Kurt nervously navigate
his feelings.
“Garage?” You asked, looking up at the tall
blue mutant.
“Garage,” he nodded, wrapping his arms around
you and teleporting away.
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