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You were an introvert for as long as your father could remember. Charles always noticed how shy and silent you were towards others. While kids were outside playing together, you were enjoying your own company. Only ever open and vulnerable to people you felt most comfortable around.
Not long after the X-men were formed, you had turned 19, and your father finally allowed you to join. You were Xavier's daughter to your fellow members. A very reserved yet observant, strong, and powerful mutant.
One member, a certain silver-haired speedster, craved your affection. He wanted to know more about you and yearned to share those deep and intimate moments with you.
You had met Peter throughout the chaos of the apocalypse. Now, he was moved into the bedroom beside yours with another teammate, Scott Summers.
On this particular day, you headed down the long, empty corridors of the school while all the kids were in class. The sound of your footsteps echoed through the halls, and the muffled voices became clearer from your father's study.
The closer you got you recognized that fast-speaking, gruff sounded voice. It was Peter. You peeked into the open doors, locking eyes with his dark brown gaze that adored you so sweetly in passing.
You eyed him for a quick second, taking in all the features you adored, like his dimples that formed when those soft, kissable lips curled into a smile and that cute little beauty mark on his nose.
You glanced back down and began heading up the wooden staircase, squeezing the books encased in your arms tightly as a fluttering sensation filled your stomach and warmth filled your cheeks.
“Oh, Y/n?” You stopped in your tracks and took a step back while you heard your father's voice call you. You turned around on your toes and walked over to his study, “Yeah, dad?”
“Peter is having a bit of difficulty with his studies. Would you mind helping him?” Charles asked, glancing between the two of you.
“Uh, yeah, of course, I’ll help.”
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You knocked on the bedroom door and felt a light breeze of wind across your body as the door opened in a blink of an eye.
“Hey, thanks for coming,” Peter smiled as he nervously shoved his hands in the tight leather pockets of his pant, trying to cover up the fact that he was practically star-struck by how cute you looked in your oversized shirt and your favorite pair of black jeans that notably hugged your beautiful hips.
You could feel his eyes wandering across your body, and it took everything to keep you from seeing what was in that pretty boy's mind.
“Of course! I’m happy to help. Ready to study?”
“Yeah, I believe so. Come on in,” Peter said, holding the door open. You walked into his surprisingly neat bedroom, cleaned up last minute, especially for this occasion, and sat on the end of his striped mattress, taking a moment to admire the small rock band posters across his side of the room. You two shared a great love for music.
“You have great taste.” You pointed towards the wall, watching the man speed across you on the mattress, laying the study material between you two.
“So do you.” He added, noticing you tilt your head in curiosity, wondering what he knew, “oh, uh, I hear your music in the middle of the night. Hendrix, Bowie, Depeche Mode, Rolling Stones. They’re some of my favorites.”
“Mine too.” You say, sweetly smiling, your lashes fluttering up at him. He catches himself before he gets lost in your eyes and clears his throat. His pink tongue pushed out and licked his bottom lip with one quick swipe.
“So, Scott snuck off to Jean’s room. Luckily, we won’t have to hear him complaining about how loud and noisy we’re being.” #
Your eyebrows perked as the sudden realization hit him, embarrassment rushing over his face, not expecting to make a fool of himself this early on.
“T-that isn’t what it s-sounds like.” He studdered, listening to you giggle softly behind your hand, finding it adorable.
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Peter sat across you, doing his very best to concentrate though he was struggling, something about your soft touches, smiles, and reassurance only made it better.
This boy made you feel comfortable like you could be yourself around him. Then you realized, your father did this on purpose.
Charles could see how much you truly adored this boy, and he knew this would be a great bonding experience. Putting the two of you together was giving you a little push that you wouldn’t normally get, helping you out of your shell to make a move, and so far, you were seeing sparks.
“Fuck yes!” Peter grinned happily after getting all your questions correct, pulling you from your train of thought.
The silver-haired man leaned back against the wall, arms crossing behind his head with his chest puffed out as he playfully boasted about his success, “I’m pretty much a pro at this point.”
“Your very cute when your bragging.” You teasingly smiled, finding it even adorable when he attempted to hide that pretty, blushing face of his.
“Well, you're a very cute teacher, Ms. Xavier.”
Your cheeks grew warm to the touch, experiencing the same feelings as him. You glanced down, picking at a piece of paper before looking back into his dark, lustful eyes, speaking softly, “I-I really enjoy hanging out with you, Pete.”
“Really? You do?” He asked, expression changing to surprise, mouth slightly widened, brows raised as he brought his arms down and rested his elbows upon his knees.
“Yeah. You're so sweet to me, and I feel so comfortable around you.”
Peter's eyes traveled between your eyes and lips. One thing on his mind, and that was how badly he wanted to kiss those perfect lips of yours. Butterflies filled your stomach while you leaned forward, moving your body towards his, hands straddling his knees, sending chills down his spine.
Peter’s lips were inches away from yours before the door suddenly swung open, startling the both of you, and causing your body to jolt back from his.
There was Scott, interrupting the moment, “Hey, dude, where’s my- oh... My bad, I didn’t think you had company… I’ll uh leave you guys to it.”
The door shut quickly, and looking back, resting your hand comfortably upon his knee, “I better get going anyway so you can get some rest for tomorrow’s test.”
“Y-yeah, you’re right.” He nodded understandably, mind racing with a billion thoughts, unable to get that picture out of his mind of your bodies moving together, lips being closer than ever. But, before he knew it, the night was ending, he helped you to the door and thanked you sweetly for everything.
As you stepped out of the door, you felt your regret rush over you, there was still something you wanted to do, and you built your courage before turning around and gazing back at Peter. “Hey, maybe you could come over sometime when you hear my music. We can listen together.”
“Yeah! I’d love that.”
You took a step forward and latched your fingers onto the collar of his shirt, “Good…”
You stood on your toes and connected your lips with his, sharing a sweet, long-awaited kiss. The speedster's eyes broadened widely before all his thoughts suddenly washed away, melting into a blushing mess of euphoria.
Peter was soft, gentle, and sweet like sugar. You couldn’t get enough of him. He was perfect.
As you reluctantly pulled away, you smirked teasingly, whispering into his ear seductively, “Night, Maximoff,” before walking back to your room, hips swaying with pride, leaving the lover boy too stunned to speak.