#beast x reader

Triplets, quadruplets, quintuplets; you will not be giving birth to just one child. It’s almost like chaos runs through every single fiber in his body, down to his very DNA.

He doesn’t even know you’re pregnant until you’re throwing up in the middle of breakfast and he’s internally freaking out thinking that you somehow managed to ingest some sort of poisonous berry.

Hours pass with you locking yourself in the bathroom and him cleaning up the entire house waiting for you to come back while being on edge. Every time he would knock, you would just tell him you were okay and to “leave me alone!”. It really did hurt his feelings, but he had no choice but to slink away and let you do whatever you were doing.

Your body did feel different, and your scent had changed. It felt gradual, not sudden, so you were probably going through some weird human thing. Your scent would change a few times through the year during menstruation, so perhaps this was the same situation? You would push him away during then too, but you had never vomited outright on the kitchen floor…

He’s a nervous wreck until you come out of the bathroom. The sound of the door creaking has him immediately running and hiding behind a wall, head peeking out just enough so he can see you. 

You look awful… He waits for you to call his name as a cue that you’re finally ready for him to hover around you again.

“Shadow Milk, we need to talk. Can you come here?”

Your pregnancy is rough, as in Shadow Milk hopes you never get pregnant again because you damaged his fur more than any bear or wolf ever could. 

He learned quickly to stay in line because you did not hesitate to rip out his fur for “pretending” to spill your glass of milk and then cry immediately afterwards because you felt bad.

He couldn’t tell what was worse: your anger or your sadness. 

On one hand, he had to make a beeline for the nearest hiding spot when he heard you shouting at him for something that he could’ve sworn he hadn’t done nor would do with your current condition (he probably won't do it once you're not pregnant anymore anyways; he's terrified for life). Hiding until you had calmed down left his body half as sore as yours and plenty of times it made him want to take his chances with the wolves and bears outside. 

Yet, on the other hand, your tears were unbearable.  It was the only thing that would make him rush out of a cabinet, closet, or from under your bed to wherever you were, to hold you and ask what was wrong. The way you would sniffle while apologizing for possibly tearing the hair follicles out of his head permanently, even though he deserved it, made his heart clench and want to tear up alongside you.

“I don’t want to be with a bald man…!”

His eyes narrow and his hug just becomes a pinch tighter, but he doesn’t say anything as you cry into his arms. Especially not mentioning how if he did end up bald, it was going to be because of you.

The children are even worse. He ends up having to cut his hair short until they’re old enough to know that pulling his hair is a one-way ticket to no playtime for that day, and if they actually manage to rip his hair out? A whole week of staying indoors and helping mommy with chores.

While Shadow Milk is seen as funny and easy-going; you’re left playing the bad cop.

You’ve already caught Shadow Milk egging on your kids to bully Custard the III way too many times. A yank of his ear making him sink to his knees has him and your children singing a different tune.

“Sorry mama, won’t happen again!”

“Yeah, mommy!”

“Yeah, mom~”

“Why the hell are you calling me mom too, Shadow Milk?!”

“Yeowch!”

It pisses you off, but you knew you were the only thing between your family being thought of as outcasts versus being declared as menaces of the forest. No matter how many times you yanked, tugged, or even dragged Shadow Milk back home after saying sorry to a very understanding Pure Vanilla and a tearful Custard the III, he just never seemed to learn.

You notice him making crude faces as you leave to Pure Vanilla whose only indication of being irritated are his narrowed eyes and straighter back. One lecture later, he's returning to Pure Vanilla with a gift basket that he definitely didn't steal from. Nope, definitely not.

“You’re a grown man! What’s wrong with you?!”

You don’t even let him explain himself before you’re grabbing him by the collar and making him stumble along behind you. Your children wave bye in a mocking manner to the poor squirrel person they had chased into a tree where they looked like they were about to have a heart attack. Their small hand on their chest and their quivering lips accompanied by panting made you feel even more awful.

“No, actually, apologize. All of you now!”

Your hand grabbing the top of Shadow Milk’s head like a blueberry about ready to pop was all the encouragement they needed. They pout and grumble but eventually end up letting out half-hearted apologies with grins that made the poor beast-man faint on his tree branch, much to your dismay. 

You run your hands down your face as they cuddle next to you in a pile of limbs strewn across your body. Their cute, little faces and fluffy tails make you relax at the end of a long, hectic day. Your lover’s gangly body acts like rope tying you all together as he too sleeps, or pretends to, you still weren’t entirely sure about him at times. 

The peace and quiet you had wished for had long been robbed by the blue fox that refused to leave you alone. You just wish he would stop scheming, and hoped to one day be able to let go and have fun alongside them. But you knew that if you ever decided to play along with his pranks and plots… That shotgun wouldn’t be collecting dust anymore. 

Pure Vanilla Cookie

The first one to immediately notice you’re pregnant. 

Unlike Shadow Milk, he’s been around pregnant people before and can pick up on the tell-tale signs and scent even though yours is uniquely human. And unlike Dark Choco, he’s actually around you everyday, for weeks even. Other wolves usually come to fetch him when they require his input and decisions, but they tend to leave you two alone. He’s thinking of just retiring from his role at this point.

At first, he had thought of bringing you back with him to stay with the other members of his pack, but… You’re far too vulnerable in your current state. Throwing up, crying, eating abominations that make the hairs on his arms stand up and his nose crinkle in disgust while he tries to comfort you despite how awful the smoothie you were drinking was.

“Dear, is that really okay for you to drink…”

“You can have-”

He’s immediately gagging at you bringing it closer to him and you back away out of caution.

“N-no, I-I’m fine. Come back.”

“No…”

You end up keeping your quirky foods away from him. Even though he abhors the stench, he still tries to come near you while you consume your unusual choices, and you end up having to shoo him away.

He feels guilty for not being around you as much as he thinks he should, while you start to feel restless at your lack of freedom and him constantly invading your space, leaving no alone time for you. You know you should communicate your feelings to him, but the hormones mess with your head and you don’t even realize you’ve shouted at him so horribly until you see his wide eyes staring back into yours. His ears are completely flattened against his head and his tail hangs limply, making you falter and immediately apologize.

“You did say that you had come to this forest to avoid the life you had before, and the people…”

“Pure Van-”

“No, it’s quite alright. I understand.”

Tears, screams, and other negative human experiences; he bears through it all with you to stay by your side as much as you will allow him to. You barely need to ask and he’s there for you. He’s akin to a servant, waiting on you hand and foot, even after your child is born.

Cold expression with glassy eyes, and already up to your hips at their small age. Your child looks nothing like you besides their eye color. A picture-perfect copy of their father down to the shape of their nails and the length of their eyelashes.

You poke at their cheeks, and their giggles set your heart at ease. Warmth blooms in their eyes as they crawl into your lap despite how heavy they've become, so quickly, and you're more than content to hold them in your arms and pepper them with kisses. 

Pure Vanilla no longer goes back to his pack unless it's for serious matters only. He's delegated all responsibilities to the other members and opts to stay with you and your child. 

It's peaceful, nothing much really happens, and they're both usually quiet enough that you can relax in the comfort of your room. Pure Vanilla knows you moved here to be alone and live in the silence of nature, so he doesn't mind giving you enough time to be on your own. It's the least he feels he can do after you gave him such precious gifts: your child and you teaching him how to use your gun, just in case. 

You didn't miss the way his eyes had filled with a strange light you’ve never seen before when you told him you were going to show him how to use your guns. He never once expressed interest in them prior, so you didn't dwell too much on it. You were pregnant, and didn't want to feel the absolute dreadful strain from the recoil of firing a shotgun on your sore body, as if it already wasn't heavy enough while you were just holding it. Having Pure Vanilla armed against a threat, there aren’t any, helped ease your mind.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“Mmmm…”

You know you should tell him you love him back, but you're exhausted. Your second pregnancy felt even worse than your first, and left you relaxing on the couch multiple times to catch your breath.

“I love you too, mommy!” 

You hear your child shout before they're crawling under the blanket where you and Pure Vanilla are cuddled up next to each other. Their fluffy ears poke out and then the rest of their cute, chubby face. 

“Love you both."

You say as you lovingly pinch their cheeks as they squeal. They move to lay on you, but Pure Vanilla is quickly grabbing them by the waist and instead dragging them onto his own lap as they whine. 

“But mommy is softer…”

“I… Daddy can be soft too.”

It becomes harder and harder to suppress a laugh when you notice Pure Vanilla's ears flattening in dejection the longer the conversation with your child goes on. He ends up holding them tighter against him. They squeal as they're engulfed by his hug and you can hear their laughter becoming softer and quieter as they slowly fall asleep in his embrace.

Dark Choco Cookie

He didn’t even know you were pregnant until he randomly decided to visit you one day just to see how you were doing.

This man is STRESSED when he sees your round belly and thicker body. He can immediately tell you’re pregnant, but with whose child? He has no idea. God, he wishes simultaneously it is yet isn’t his.

You’re more exhausted, but still the same person he remembers, so he isn’t as cautious about approaching you. Your shotgun leans against the wall as you hug him and your stomach basically juts into his. His hands nervously tremble and he almost touches your belly, but holds himself back.

“You’ve been busy…”

“What?”

You don’t even bother telling him what he’s said wrong, sighing and seeing he hasn’t changed one bit either, minus the whole “I don't care if you kill me” theme he had going on.

You have him sit down before you tell him it’s his and he still manages to fall into some furniture. You knew he wouldn’t take it well, but not to the point where you would have to buy a new table for your porch…

You don’t force him to stay, nor does he ask to. But, you do notice that the area around your home has become insanely quieter. No birds, no deer, no wolves. You don’t even hear bugs anymore. A dark, looming shadow can be seen in the woods and after your third sighting, you realize that he’s genuinely lingering around and scaring everything off with his presence alone. 

Not only has he basically been stalking you and your home, but he’s also dropped in more often than not. He never arrives empty-handed, coming with a bundle of herbs in his arms, a jar of berries, even a giant boar…

You tell him you would rather he visit you without feeling the need to always bring something, especially after you watched him drag the boar to the front of your house, skin it, chop it up, and then hand it to you in a form that a frail human like you only needed to cook before consuming. It smelled awful, for weeks on end, and it brought in curious bugs to your property for that short while, more than you would like to be honest.

He doesn’t hide his conflicted emotions. His face scrunches up and his pupils dart around unsure about how honest you’re being on wanting only his presence and not what he has to offer, but eventually he nods and wanders back into the woods. 

His visits become much more frequent, nearly daily after that conversation. However, not once does Dark Choco take a step into your home during your pregnancy until you’re able to coax him in. A little lie about something being too heavy to lift or too tight to open and he’s following right in after you. 

Your home is as confined for his larger body as he remembers it, but he doesn’t comment on it. He’s only here to help you, not do anything that could upset you, and ends up staying the night with the way you keep asking him to help you with more and more things.

It’s not until he’s laying in bed next to you, where you had managed to squeeze him in under the pretense of wanting something warm and soft to hug to sleep, does he finally take his time to admire you. It’s dark, but he can see you, smell you, and hear your soft breaths as you rest. You're perfectly fine as can be while pregnant, but to him it feels like you're much too vulnerable.

I can’t leave her alone.

You expect him to be gone after you wake up, but much to your surprise he stays. He mumbles something about you needing help in your weakened state. The blush he has on his face is hard to hide when you smile and thank him despite how awfully he had worded his offer.

He doesn’t entirely understand what he’s roped himself into, but he wants to stay beside you. Someone warm, someone caring, someone who lights up his bleak world. It doesn’t feel so bad anymore. His life almost feels worth living. And soon, he'll have another reason to stay.

His child is almost as quiet as him. Almost.

They’re bright, vibrant, and starry-eyed. They chase after butterflies and eat random things off the ground until Dark Choco sticks his hand in their mouth and makes them spit it out.

But they’re also very introvertive. Shying away and hiding behind you when Custard the III came to see his newest squire (he meant newest friend).

It takes much coaxing from you and some choice words from Dark Choco for your child to become a little more social. Dark Choco is barely, if any help in that department.

He was dependable for booboos where your child would scream in his ears for hours while he would patch them up. When your child had questions and needed honest answers. And when your child would cry because a rabbit jumped at them, just for said rabbit to end up becoming dinner. 

You had to tell him off to not kill in front of a morbidly quiet four year old again, who when asked about their day, would only say, “I saw a rabbit. Dad took care of it.”

Your glare has him looking at every inch of the floor before he's mumbling an excuse.

“I hunted my first rabbit right after I learned how to walk.”

Your eyes narrow further and he’s nearly whispering now under his breath on something about weird human customs and half-heartedly promising not to do it again.

It only takes a few weeks for your child to come back with blood splattered on their cheeks and clothes, and the corpse of a rabbit in their mouth.

“OH MY GOODNESS!”

They’re spitting it out onto the floor with a proud smile while you look on in horror. 

“DARK CHOCO!”

“Yes, honey?”

You look behind you where his voice came from. He’s holding a basket of freshly-washed laundry that you had told him to hang up to dry after the wash cycle was completed. If he was inside, then who…

“Excellent work, squire!”

You peek your head out of the doorframe, past where your child stands, and see an equally proud and bloodied Custard the III running up to your porch. He has more rabbits slung over his arm with the red liquid seeping through his sleeves and staining the cloth, leaving you staring in shock with your mouth hung wide open.

“Royal meal mak-, I mean.. Miss Y/N, we brought dinner!”

You don’t even want to turn around at the sound of Dark Choco’s heavy footsteps behind you. You can hear him commending them while the two children beam with delight at the praise whilst covered in blood, luckily none that was their own, but still…

“You should start hunting too, mama!”

“Y-yeah…”

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All of you planted in a circle on the floor.

A bottle centered between you.

This was so silly. The kind of thing you did when you were a teenager. Not teachers who were entrusted with teaching the next generation of mutants. Not when you had saved the world from the next World War. You were supposed to be the X-Men, as the phrase had been coined by Raven.

Had alcohol been part of the decision? Of course. Hence the reason pretty much everyone was a giggling mess. Raven leaned her weight into you on the left. Peter Maximoff laughed to your right, taking another swig of his flask. Your eyes scanned the group. Looping around to Hank McCoy who was nearly directly across from you. Wedged between Sean Cassidy and Ororo Munroe. Who were both having a conversation as if the doctor was not between them. His lips were pressed tightly together, awkwardness settled inside him. Lifting his hand to wave at you across the room, making you smile. Waving back.

You liked Hank. A lot. From the moment you met, there was something between you. Making your heart skip a beat and the butterflies flap around your stomach. Taking the time to learn the other’s power and help them better control it. Learning that his new furry side was linked to any strong emotion he felt, or how if you focused hard enough you could lift things ten times your own weight. You worked well together. Able to help him regulate his thoughts and feelings, but also not judging him for when the Beast came out. Even spending time in the laboratory testing new serums and machines. No where near as smart as him, but able to give a different perspective. Even complimenting and flirting from time to time. Lingering touches or quiet moments. Swearing there was something more blossoming between you.

But there was always a problem. The same problem that wrapped her arm through yours right now. Her head resting on your shoulder casually. Raven was your friend. So you felt guilty for the jealousy harboring inside you. Hank had a crush on Raven and had since the moment they met. Eventually bonding over their unceremonious mutations that left them with some physical abnormalities.

You poked your tongue into your cheek as you waited. Everyone still denying their desire to play. Flirting with who they would clearly want the bottle to land on. All you could do was smile at Hank. Him widening his eyes and showing his teeth in an exaggerated expression. You would shrug your shoulders in response. Almost as if the two of you were having a silent conversation.

“Alright, enough messing around,” Peter said as he slapped his crossed legs, “Who’s up?”

Silence for the first time. Everyone looking back and forth, no one willing to offer themself as bait. People shaking their heads no or crossing their arms.

“Why doesn’t Hank go first?” Raven bit her nail between her teeth with a mischievous grin.

Something in that made your intestines twist. Anger seething inside you. Raven was flirtatious with everyone. Always had been. But it was different when she openly flirted with Hank.

Hank held his hands up in defense, “Oh— N-No. I do-don’t think—“

And maybe it was your own fault for never being honest with her. Because you would never forgive yourself if you confessed something like that just for him to tell you he liked her better.

“Come on, Beast!” Alex started, “Beast! Beast—!”

Quickly turning into a chant all the way around the room. Everyone shouting his hero name in unison.

“Okay— OKAY!” Hank smiled as he shushed the room. Not wanting Charles Xavier to come barging in and interrupt the fun because the group could not keep it down.

Some celebratory cheers rippled off the walls. Hank crawled forward, placing his fingers on the empty bottle. Spinning it with enough force that there was no telling when it would stop. Round and round the group. Your chest tightened each time it passed you. Looking up at Hank who was sat back in his previous position. Eyes fixated on the bottle.

As it slowed, the possibility of it landed on someone else was growing more and more real. Looking to Raven and seeing her chewing her lip. Loving the anticipation of it. Others leaned forward watching it. Wide eyes and hung open jaws. Smiles and flushed cheeks across the room. Realizing that some people were more excitement than you had anticipated.

And an idea crossed your mind. If you got the timing just right, you could continue its spin without anyone noticing. Guaranteeing it landed on you. All you needed was to focus. Concentrate on the speed, calculating the rate at which it would slow.

Or leave this all to fate. Let whatever controlled the universe decide if this was right or wrong.

But you would never forgive yourself if you let that happen.

In the blink of an eye, you had control of the bottle. Surprising yourself that the transfer of power went so smoothly. All your training was paying off.

Allowing it to continue its trajectory as it should then beginning to slow it. Holding your breath as it circled the group one last time. Ending with the neck pointing at you. Your eyebrows bounced up your head and you sighed in relief. Eyes quickly darting up to Hank’s. His cheeks were already glowing red. Shock written across his expression, but the corner of his mouth curved into a smile.

Raven smacked your arm, “Ohmigod!”

Your own face flushed when the entire room erupted in playful laughter. Clapping of hands and your own body being pushed between Peter and Raven. Trying to hype you up since neither of you had moved an inch.

“Come on, lovebirds! Into the unknown,” Sean wiggled his fingers at Hank then over to you.

Hank blinked. Anxiety pooling inside him when Alex came over and forced him up to his feet. Pushing him towards you, Hank stumbled. Taking a deep breath before extending a hand out to you. Hoisting you off the floor, you stared at each other. Mouths running dry and palms sweating.

“Go! Go! Go!” all your friends chanted.

You both stepped into the unlit room. Jumping out of your skin when the door slammed closed. Hearing Raven instruct someone to set a timer on their watch. The dim glow of the other room shining through the bottom. Standing close, neither of you could come up with something to say. Hearing Hank’s mouth open and close as he tried to articulate something to you. Somehow make this romantic. Something.

But this might be the only chance you got to be this close to him.

Wrapping his tie around your hand, you led him backwards. Deeper into the dark storage closet. Until your back hit a wall you did not sense. Loosing your balance momentarily, sliding down the wall just a little. Causing Hank to slouch forward, catching himself on the wall. Hands framing both sides of your face. His face directly in front of yours. Breathing the same broken hot air. Having to swallow the lump that formed in his throat.

Anticipation was thick enough to cut. His lip was quivering trying to keep his composure. Your hands flattened along his chest. Exploring the expanse of it. Able to feel his rapid heartbeat, matching the speed of your own. Your lips were painfully close. Tips of noses bumping each other slightly. His tongue came out to wet his lip, unable to stop his heavy breathing.

“This is… crazy right?” you whispered, trying to lighten the mood.

Hank exhaled a laugh. Pressing forward so that his forehead leaned against yours. A soft shake to his body, clearly not prepared for something like this.

“We don’t have to do anything,” you reassured, trying to sound light hearted, “I can just run my hands through your hair so you get street cred with the other guys.”

One hand lightly ran across his brown locks. Hearing the way the air tightened in his throat from your touch. Your nostrils flared as you tried to calm your nerves. Desire to be this close flowing through you, even if nothing came of it. Mouths not even a few inches apart. It was torture.

Lips latched together. Unsure who made the first move, not caring either. Kissing with a deep hunger neither of you knew you possessed. Your hands traveling up to frame his face, deepening the kiss. Tongues mixing themselves in. Hank’s hands flattening against your chest. Massaging your breasts between them. Thumbs swiping across your clothes nipples. Letting out a groan of satisfaction.

“H-Hank,” you breathed.

“We barely have six more minutes,” Hank exhaled. His need dripping off every word. Sending chills down your spine.

Both of you fumbled with your clothes immediately. Shimmying down the pieces that mattered; letting your own pants pool around your ankles and stepping out of one of them. Hank undid his belt and pushed his pants down to his mid thighs. Cock springing up to slap himself in the stomach. Thick and swollen, tip leaking with excitement. Swiftly wrapping his hands around the back of your thighs like you weighed nothing. His mutant strength never failed to impress you. Your cores were pressed together. Cock gliding between your folds as you tried to find what was comfortable between you. Finally finding a position where the head of his cock prodded at your folds. Legs curved around him. A hand wrapped around your middle and a hand gripped against the wall.

Then you both froze.

Eyes barely able to dart between the other in the poorly illuminated room. Blinking as you both still struggled to breathe.

“Y/N, I don’t want you to do this because you feel like you have to,” Hank slowly said. Almost as if he was having to think of them as he said them, rather than his usual articulation.

You pressed your lips to his in response. Taking your time to understand his mouth on yours. The head of his cock pressing into you a little when he leaned further into you. Enamored by how perfectly your lips felt on his. Running a hand through his hair, “I’ve wanted you for a long time, Hank.”

A smile cracked across his face. Cheeks heating with embarrassment. He chuckled in disbelief. Lowering his head as he thought. Chewing on his bottom lip calculating how to respond, opting to let his instinct speak for him. Confidence brewing inside him as he looked back to you, pressing his lips to yours once more. Slowly inching himself further inside you. Earning a loud gasp from you at how well he stretched you. Himself groaning when he sheathed completely, “You have no idea, Y/N…”

Hank began to piston his hips into yours. Grunting like an animal with every movement. Mouths together but not interlocked. Breathing in the others sounds that you tried to keep low. And he felt good. Stretching you and hitting all the spots perfectly inside you. Almost like he knew what would have you clinging to him. His goal clearly to have you a mess by the end.

“There was never a r-right time to tell you,” Hank huffed, struggling to sound coherent over his own arousal.

“T-tell me wh-what?” you harshly huffed.

He smiled wide enough to show his teeth that were daring to turn into fangs, “How badly I’ve wanted you.”

His nostrils flared as a growl rumbled in his chest. Forcing his mouth against yours to stabilize his mind. Something that could ground him like nothing before. Fighting off the part of him that begged to be released in this moment.

“In the lab,” a kiss between each location, “In my office, in your bedroom— fuck, I would’ve had you anywhere you wanted me. I-I should’ve told you before now, but I’ve always wanted you. Needed to have you as mine. You’re my favorite thing to study, Y/N.”

Readjusting so that your back was flat against the wall, his fingertips found your clit. Circling it with precision and accuracy that only someone like him could possess. Sending jolt after jolt of electricity through your nerves. It would not be long before your orgasm would flush over you. Overwhelmed by his endless praise and the feeling of him deep inside you.

“C-Cum for me. Come on, cum, Y/N,” he was desperate. Begging for your release so he could reach his own. Always eager to please anyway he could.

Your head was thrown back. Focusing entirely on the pleasure tightening in your lower half. A wave prepared to crash through you.

Hank’s lips fell to your throat. Tenderly kissing along your pulse. Tongue tracing it before he sunk his teeth in. Knowing better than leaving a mark, but enough to send a wave of arousal through you. The sounds you were making hitched an octave. Throwing your body forward and wrapping your arms tightly around him. Your nails began digging into his back as your walls contorted around his length. Whining his name into his neck. Every inch of your body was shaking.

His mouth hung open at the feeling. Groaning and moaning as his hips began to twitch and jerk. Fucking himself to completion inside you. Allowing your walls to milk him as you both came down together. Enjoying the intimacy of sharing your orgasms. Even just the feeling of your bodies connected. It was so perfect that neither of you could speak.

Another tender kiss of lips. Morphing into gleeful laughter. Shocked that this had happened under the circumstances. Happy it happened at all. Not wanting to separate, but knowing your time was running out. Hank helped you down to your feet and you both swiftly got dressed. Helping pay the others clothes down and fix each others hair. Still finding the time to plant a swift kiss on whatever body part of the other was closest. He struggled to keep his hands off you now. Wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and nestling his nose into your hair. Really savoring the last few seconds before they would swing the door open.

Releasing you and standing by your side. A sudden wave of embarrassment washed over you. Fear that Hank only wanted you as a hookup to relieve some stress. Too ashamed to even be seen with you afterward. Or that the other X-Men would laugh at the two of you. You had been far more vulnerable than you planned tonight.

But then Hank took your hand in his.

A statement of your new found relationship. Showing to the whole world that you were now together. It made your face flush. Smiling as you looked up at him.

The door opened and the two of you were met by cheering. “Ooo”s and “Ah”s accompanied by clapping of hands. Even some pointing at your now conjoined hands.

Alex rushed over and wrapped an arm around Hank’s shoulder, pointing at him like a proud older brother. Smiling widely and laughing, “This is my guy right here! I’m so proud of you, Big Blue.”

Hank readjusted his glasses that had been shaken. Smiling despite his embarrassment. Shaking Alex’s hand as if he had done something insanely memorable. Making you laugh.

“A Seven Minutes in Heaven success story, ladies and gentlemen,” Raven gestured towards you both. Earning another round of applause from the group. Raven picked the bottle up from the middle, “Alright! Who’s going next?”

The two of you stepped towards the exit of the room. Looking back at your group of friends as they all filled the circle and smiled widely. Still debating on who should spin next. Their conversation blurring into noise as you lost yourself in a train of thought.

Hank’s hand squeezing yours brought you back. Looking up at him, his eyes already on you. Cocking his head to the side, “Come on.”

You both snuck out of the room and began up the nearest staircase. Taking your casual stroll down the long corridors where your rooms lay. Fingers still laced together. Enjoying one another’s company.

“You know,” Hank muttered under his breath, “I saw what you did.”

You furrowed your brow up at him. Confused by what he could possibly be implying. A pit forming in your stomach as your eyes darted between his. Sweat forming at your brow.

Then he leaned down so that his lips were pressed against your ear, “You stopped it.”

“What?!” you jumped, forcing a laugh to cover how quickly blood rushed your cheeks.

Hank stood back to his full height with a large smirk. Laughing at the way you could not even form a cohesive rebuttal for his accusation. His eyebrow arched, “The bottle’s acceleration slowed at an extreme rate. Different than the one I had it spinning at. Why do you think that is?”

“Floor’s sloped?” you shrugged.

Only making him belly laugh. His nose scrunching up his face as one of his arms wrapped around you. Pulling you into an embrace and planting a kiss to your head, “Or… the girl with telekinetic powers wanted to end up in the closet with me.”

“You’re full of yourself, Beast,” you laughed.

Hank’s hand framed your jaw, “And so are you.”

You widened your eyes at the double entendre, mouth forming an ‘O’ as you huffed out a breath of disbelief. Hank’s tongue glazed across his teeth as his head fell forward deeper in laughter. Openly flirtatious and confident. Loving this side of him more and more by the moment. It felt authentic in a way he typically could not be.

Pressing up on your toes, you pecked a kiss to his lips.

“You want to, uh… come to my room?” Hank asked.

You tapped your finger to your chin, “Hmmm. I dunno. I heard there’s a pretty fun game going on downstairs. Might wanna check that out.”

Smirking as you looked to him. Earning a roll of his eyes. Sighing before moving faster than you had seen him before. Grabbing you by the hips and throwing you over his shoulder. The two of you erupting in a fit of laughter as you playfully banged your fists into his back. Marching further down the hall towards his room.

“Hank!” you whined with a low scream.

“Hush or I’ll let the blue guy out,” Hank grinned, flattening a palm against your ass.

“Promise?”

~~~

[END]

// Thank you so much for reading!! Beast has been my favorite X-Men since I was a little kid. I remember seeing First Class in theaters when I was little and falling deeply in love with the X-Men. I plan on writing for older Hank at some point too, don’t you worry about that. As always, my inbox is open. Comments and Reblogs are appreciated! Love youuuuuuu //

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You were just so tiny.

To an average human, a fairy would be roughly the size of their hand, not the tiniest thing in the world but still rather small. Most of the fae ended up with a human mate, it wasn’t exactly something they could control. Just like how you couldn’t control when your mate was a beast, nor could you help that you barely took up the length of his palm.

Technically, he was a human, it was just that he was under a curse. But if anyone asked you, you didn’t see it as much of a curse.

Devilishly handsome fellow, and even if he didn’t have his mischievous blue eyes or the heart melting grin that showed off his teeth, he was big. A little over 7 feet tall, muscled arms and thighs covered in the softest fur. Sturdy horns protruding from his luscious mane of brown fur, long canine teeth that seemed to almost be longer than your arm. But your favourite feature, was his hands. Sure he had sharp claws, but since he’d found you, his little mate, he kept one singular claw clipped, and it was for moments like this.

He was in a meeting of sorts, the castle was called together so he could keep check with those who helped keep it running. Hear their complaints, see if anything needed improving, he was good to them that way. It was held in the central part of the castle, a big stone room with large paned windows along the walls, casting a mid day glow in the room. An enormous oak table lined with all sorts of different staff members, everything a little silly from a talking tea pot to a rather mouthy little clock, all of them with something to say.

But you’d been so impatient, thinking about him while you’d laid up in his bed all alone, desperately grinding against the pillow that had his scent on it. He had told you over and over again he’d see you after the meeting, but that wasn’t good enough. And that certainly hadn’t stopped you from subtly making your way through the castle and to his lap, barely anyone noticing the soft flap of your little wings. When you settled right on top of his thigh, you could just see his eyes widen a little. His large hand gripping the side of his leg under the table, tangling in the fur there to keep himself under control as he snuck a quick peek down to you. You could hear the subtle growl rumble from his chest as he took in the state you were in. Soft pink cheeks, hair a little tussled, it was obvious you’d just been playing with yourself, wearing only the little shirt he’d had tailored to be a nightshirt for you, made from some of the old clothes he used to have.

He didn’t even think twice about it, his other hand moving to pin you easily down, laying against the soft bed that was his furry thigh. Keeping his attention on the meeting, listening to what one of the cleaners had to say as his middle finger with the clipped nail settled between your thighs, making you squeak. You’d known this was what you wanted, but you hadn’t thought he’d give in so quickly. He could feel the mess there, how you were already just a little open for him, a bit of a grin splitting on his lips as he prodded your little hole. Having to bite your lip to keep yourself from being too loud, making sure the staff couldn’t hear your squeaks, but it was hard to do so when you felt the way his finger pushed forward, filling you slowly and easily.

Eyes fluttering as you moved your own hand to cover your mouth, a shiver running down your spine as he curled his finger up to hit that sweet spot, little bulge in your lower abdomen when his finger bottomed out. Thighs trembling just a little as he started to pump his finger in and out, completely focused on the meeting as he pulled his finger back just to push it all the way forward again. It shouldn’t be able to feel this good, making your brain a little fuzzy just from a few pumps. It was no question why you hadn’t been able to wait, touching yourself was nothing now, especially when you remembered so vividly what it was like to have him stuff you.

When your eyes refocused, you could see the large flare slowly rising between his thighs. Engorged cock started to stand at attention, red and pulsing a little as he felt how your hole tightened around his finger. Both of you had had endless daydreams about what it would be like if the two of you could truly fuck. It wasn’t for a lack of trying either, it was that the width of his tip was nearly bigger than the width of your body, something that just wasn’t possible without hurting you. And as badly as he wanted to fuck your sweet little brains out, he’d rather die than hurt his tiny mate.

So he stuck with this. With curling his finger just the right way to feel you squirm on his thigh, filling you up till you were a mewling mess nestled in his fur. He tried to focus on the meeting, he really did, he cared about how his staff was doing, but every time he tried, the feeling of your slick hole tightening around his finger drew his mind right back to you. The way your little hand gripped the fur of his thigh, the way he could hear the soft pants of your breath even when you muffled them, you were driving him crazy. He could barely keep himself together, drool threatening to leave his lips as he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the way your face twisted in pleasure as he sped up.

His spiralling arousal was interrupted by the shy voice of one of the staff, repeating his name to get his attention. His head snapping up and looking around the room, trying to ignore the throbbing of his leaking cock under the table, speaking in the most collected voice he could manage

“Meeting dismissed.”

His eyes followed the staff as they left, making sure every single one of them was out of the room before he let out a low and dangerous growl. Pushing his chair out so he could get a proper look at you, his free hand that was on the table tensed, his claws digging grooves into the wood as he let out a breathy

“Fuck~”

Watching how you reacted when he sped his finger up, his free hand moving to wrap around himself and giving slow strokes, shaking his head a little

“No, no, you don’t get to muffle your fucking noises now. You wanna act like a slut? Then start moaning like one.”

Your hand falling away from your lips as the heat in your abdomen flared, making your thighs tremble softly as he got more intense with the thrusts of his finger. Your eyes flicking between the red and leaking tip of his massive cock and his eyes, how they were glazed over with a certain needy lust. You couldn’t stop the noises spilling from your lips, lewd moans and whiny mewls as you felt the tension starting to build in your abdomen. Watching him getting off to watching you was a treat you always tried to savour. Yes, his finger alone could have gotten you off, but you craved seeing him like this. Like he was an animal that wanted nothing more than to absolutely ruin you.

He could feel the way your insides were tightening around him, his own hand closing more firmly as he stroked his cock. He had to make a decision, if he wanted to let you get off now, or make you earn it. And you’d been such a brat, interrupting one of his meetings wearing nothing but a shirt that smelled like him and an already slick hole. No, he was going to make you earn it.

He ignored the whine that left you when he pulled his finger away, flicking your shirt off of you as he picked you up with ease. He ordered you without saying a word, silent command to wrap your arms and legs around his throbbing cock, a low hiss leaving him at the contact of your skin against him. His hand kept you in place, keeping his eyes glued to yours as he gently moved you along him, up and down slowly. The aching between your thighs ground up against him as he moved you, making soft moans spill from you as you held on tight. His voice coming out in a low groan at the feeling

“O-Oh fuck~”

He could feel your soft breath against his sensitive skin, making his cock twitch as he tried to control himself, to make sure he didn’t hurt you. The desperate rocking and grinding of your hips against him didn’t help at all, your mess only making it easier for him to move you along him. He damn near lost it when he felt your soft little tongue against him, making him let out a noise that was almost a whine. You licked and lapped slowly at the tip, just grazing the slit as you felt him shudder. His one hand gripping the arm of his chair to control himself, panting while his claws dug into it, splintering the wood as he fought the urge to buck his hips. Starting to babble as he increased his hand, his cock nudging your chin

“Fucking dammit… told you… told you after the meeting… but no, no~ fucking nympho… wanted my cock so badly, huh? Then take it~ then fucking take it.”

He wasn’t angry, his tone made that clear, his words could’ve been a searing taunt, but instead came out more like desperate whining. The death grip of his hand on the chair made it crumble in his palm, his breath getting more ragged, eyes half lidded as he felt that familiar tension rising in his gut.

Your hips grinding eagerly, rubbing yourself against a throbbing vein on his cock as you could feel it pulse against you. Licking more eagerly at the slit as your eyes fluttered before focusing back on him, a flash of heat running through you that made you whimper at the sight of him. The way his teeth were clenched and barred, his own thighs trembling with restraint as he fought the urge to thrust. You may have loved pleasure for yourself, but god you loved watching it on him even more. Your mate, at the breaking point from using your body as a cock sleeve, it was too much for you.

He felt your thighs shaking around him at the pressure built to the breaking point in your abdomen, your little scream of bliss leaving you as you rode out your high against the bump of his vein. He wasn’t far after, letting out a lewd and loud moan as his toes curled, nearly making you choke with the flood of cum that left him. The pair of you left shaking and panting from the bliss of release, brains foggy and eyes barely open.

The bliss slowly faded away, he was the first to come back to his senses, a worried sound leaving him when he saw you, clinging to his slowly softening cock with his cum dripping down you. It was enough to make him pulse a little but he pushed down the feeling as he cradled you in his hand, cooing as he moved towards the nearest washroom

“Poor little angel~ oh sweet baby, I’m gonna get you cleaned up. You did so good for me, such a good little mate.”

His words making your brain a little fuzzy as you looked up at him with all the love in the world in your eyes, melting in his palm as you let him carry you, setting you down on the counter as he ran a little bath for you in the sink. Your breathing finally slowing down, your body feeling boneless as you kept your eyes on him as he gently set you in the soothing hot water, helping you wash your hair with the gentlest of hands.