#petermaximofffluff

He chuckled into your neck before pulling back to look at you, "I'll take you against that fucking wall if I have to."

You smiled, giving a quick kiss to his lips before pulling back, "I missed you too babe but we do live in a school, with actual children present."

Once again, within a blink you appeared in Peter and your room, his lips immediately reconnecting with yours in a kiss that sent warmth directly down between your legs. You couldn't help the moan that escaped your lips as Peter lifted you and walked towards your bed, laying you down without ever breaking the kiss. He pulled back to allow you both to catch air, smiling as he kissed down your neck and to your collarbones.

"I haven't seen you in so long, I need you," Peter hummed, pulling off your shirt.

"Mmm, I need you too."

Your clothes were quickly discarded, Peter determined to fuck you as soon as possible, which meant even foreplay was forgotten. Not that you minded, seeing Peter this desperate for you turned you on in ways you couldn't previously imagine. He wasted no time in aligning himself with your entrance, looking over your face to make sure you were okay with this. You nodded frantically before he was filling himself with you.

No matter how many times you would do it with Peter each time was like the first. He stretched you and filled every part of you perfectly, eliciting sinful moans from you. After allowing a minute for you to adjust he began to thrust in and out of you. Your moans began to fill the room as he sent a blissful pace, oh how it had been far too long.

"You like this princess? You sound like you love the way my cock fills you."

You moaned even louder at Peter's words, whining when he reached down to rub your clit, "Y-yes, oh fuck it's been too long."

"Far too long," Peter grunted as he kept his pace, "I won't stop until you pass out."

You moaned once again at his words, desperately fisting the sheets below you as you attempt to remain somewhat quiet. He thrust into you relentlessly, filling you each time, hitting that spot that nobody else ever had. Warmth ran through your body as your stomach knotted, tingles shooting through you in pure satisfaction.

"Fuck Peter... oh god... Peter, I'm g-gonna cum!" You cried out loudly, your hands leaving the sheets to claw at his shoulders.

"Cum then baby, cum all over me."

His words sent you over the edge, clenching tightly around him as your legs shook violently. Your orgasm washed over you in intense pleasure, your moans just short of a scream as your vision blackened around the edges from the intense bliss. With a few more thrusts Peter was stilling, filling you with his warm cum with a deep groan.

He plopped down beside you, pulling you into his arms and smiling widely as your legs still very gently twitched, "That was amazing."

"Beyond amazing," You gasped as you panted heavily with Peter.

After resting for another minute you sat up, mumbling about going to get water. Peter watched as you yanked on his shirt and walked towards your desk. His eyebrows furrowed as he watched you stop, swaying slightly as his name left your mouth in a whisper before you collapsed to the floor.

"Y/n!" Peter yelped, by your side in less than a second and rolling you over, "Fuck! Baby.. baby wake up, please. I didn't actually want you to pass out."

Slowly, your eyes opened and you smiled up at Peter, "I got up too quickly."

He sighed, yanking you into his chest, "You scared me half to death."

"'M sorry," You mumbled leaning into Peter's chest, "I'm glad you're home."

Back at the mansion, however, you were blissfully unaware of Peter's current predicament as you stood in your doorway. Finishing off the small daisy bouquet a younger mutant asked you to make. He thanked you profusely before running off. You smiled after the kid, thankful that for once you felt as if your mutation was truly helping.

Scott appeared in front of you suddenly, smiling widely, "Thanks for the bouquet, Jean loved it."

"Of course she did," You scoffed, "I made it."

Scott shook his head at your comment, watching as you created a small lily bouquet for a younger girl, "Peter hasn't come said hi to you yet?"

"Nope. Haven't even seen him once today."

"Jean and I just saw him," Scott motioned his hand down the hall as he watched you began making some babysbreaths, "He ran away pretty quick though, assumed he was coming to you."

You shrugged, "It's Peter."

Scott chuckled, bidding you a quiet goodbye before walking towards Jean, who had come out of her room. She smiled, waving at you before turning with Scott. You turned, heading into your room to put the babysbreath into a vase when a gust of wind burst past you, nearly knocking you over. Looking up, you saw Peter, standing with a beautiful bouquet of roses, (y/f/c), and a large teddy bear holding a heart. Tilting your head slightly, you smiled confusedly at Peter, who immediately began rambling.

"I am so so so sorry (y/n). I completely forgot today was Valentine's day, and almost all the stores were out of flowers, and yeah, I could've asked you, but that'd be so.. lame. So I ran all around until I found these roses and then... then there were so many stuffed animals and I didn't know which one you would want so I got the biggest one because I figured.. well... it's more stuffed animal. The roses might be a little tattered from the run, but I just wanted to get you something nice and make today special for you since it took me so long to... and I almost forgot about today completely and--"

"Peter.. slow down," You smiled, interrupting the boy after deciding you'd heard enough, "What are you talking about anyway?"

At this, Peter's eyes widened in horror, making you step back in slight worry, "I... I never asked you?"

"Asked me what, Pete?"

He groaned, using his free arm to rub his palm against his face, "I am the biggest idiot to ever idiot."

"Pete, what's going on?" You asked, stepping forward towards the silver-haired boy, smiling at the fact the bear he'd chosen was also silver.

"I was going to ask you.. to be, uh... be my Valentine," Peter spoke slowly, his cheeks burning red, "But clearly, I forgot to do that. And then I forgot today was Valentine's day. Okay, stop rambling... these are for you if you'd like to be my Valentine."

You smiled at the boy, quickly looking down at the babysbreath in your hands and making multiple pink roses appear in it, "I'd love to be your Valentine Pete."

"Thank god," He smiled, setting the bear and candy on your bed before handing you the roses.

You smiled, handing him the bouquet you'd made before grabbing a vase and putting the roses he gave you in them, "Thank you, Peter, for the roses and the bear and the candy. I wish I'd had a little more time to get you something."

He groaned, pulling you into a hug like he often did, though this time it felt slightly different. His arms held you a little bit closer, and he squeezed you a little bit tighter. You seemed to lean into him a bit more than normal, and couldn't resist the sigh that left your mouth. Smiling, you pulled back slightly to look at Peter.

"I am so telling everyone about this."

He gasped, glaring down at you, "No! You wouldn't!"

"I would."

Peter groaned, "They'll never stop teasing me."

"Oh well... next time, don't forget to ask me, Valentine."

"Next time?"

The sounds of shattering filled the air as you flew through a glass wall, small and large shards digging into your skin in a way that had an agonizing scream leaving your mouth before your vision went black. 

You missed the bright red light of Scott killing off the deranged mutant. You missed Peter bursting into the room with a panicked look on his face. You missed the two boys running over to you as they felt their world slowly fall.

"(Y/n)?" Scott's voice called as your eyes fluttered open as if you sensed them sitting by you.

Your eyes were trained on Scott when you began to panic, you could feel the warm blood leaving the various cuts on your body. But you didn't care about that. No, death was something you'd become okay with after all the missions you had been on. What you were panicking about was the idea of leaving Peter, who you hadn't even had the chance to tell that you love him. You didn't even get to kiss that damn silver-haired boy and now you were dying.

"Oh.. Oh god," You whimpered, "No.. It’s all in my head. This isn’t actually happening," Your eyes drifted up to see Peter's panicked brown eyes looking down at you, "You’re not real!"

"Of course I'm real," Peter tried to laugh, but only a cry came out instead.

"No.. no crying," You gasped out, eyes flicking to Scott's face, "I'll be fine... yep, fine.. but, if I die, I'm haunting you first."

Scott smiled softly as he watched your gaze shift back to Peter, who was cradling your head. He knew how you felt about Peter, and he knew Peter felt the same. He had spent so long trying to convince both of you to tell each other that you liked one another, and now he felt like it was all pointless. He should've just told you Peter liked you, but now... here you were lying on the floor with your blood beginning to coat your suit. It wasn't only seconds later that Hank and Raven rushed in, but your eyes were closed, having slipped back into unconsciousness.

Peter nearly screamed when Hank pulled you out of his arms to begin addressing your cuts. He lurched forward, desperate to hold you, to feel your warmth and ensure that you were still alive, but Scott caught him, holding the crying boy back. Hank was quick in removing your suit to leave you in your tank top and shorts, beginning to address the largest cuts first.

"No! NO!" Peter cried, trying to shove Scott, too panicked to even consider using his mutation, "I need to hold her! She-She needs me! I can't lose her!"

"Peter," Raven piped up as she blocked his view of you, "Calm down. She'll be okay, (Y/n) is gonna be fine."

"No, please, just let me hold her, please," Peter begged Raven, "I... I won't hurt her, please. Raven, please!" 

It was painful for Peter, even when Raven finally allowed him to go back to your side on the jet after Hank had handled the majority of your cuts. His leg bounced the whole time as he held your hand on the flight home, desperately wishing your eyes would flutter open so he could see your beautiful (e/c) eyes once more. But they didn't, not until a few hours later when you had already been situated into a hospital bed at the mansion.

"Oh god, I thought you died!" Peter had yelped when he saw your eyes open.

You couldn't help but scoff, "Nobody's haunted you yet. You should have known I was alive."

Peter laughed, watching intently as you smiled, and he felt his heart swell. He didn't think anything would compare to the pain he felt watching you lie so still as your yellow X-Men suit slowly darkened with your blood. Overwhelmed by those thoughts, Peter lurched forward, his lips crashing against yours in a soft, rushed way. Fireworks clouded your vision as your eyes fluttered close, responding to Peter's kiss immediately and losing yourself in the kiss.

Peter pulled back slowly, taking in a deep breath of air as your eyes opened, locking together, "Wow."

You nodded, "That's not how I expected today to end... but... I liked it."

"You could say that again," Peter smiled widely, "Just... promise me you won't nearly die again."

"Promise," you mumbled, linking your pinkie finger with Peter's.

“In my defense… it came at me. It wasn't there and then it came at me,” Peter offered you a smile as he slowly sat up, watching as Raven and Scott handled the young mutant.

“That was so stupid," You spoke softly as you formed a small purple ball of energy and gently allowed to go over Peter's injury and heal it.

Peter smiled widely as you healed him, watching you in awe before speaking up, “And also kinda cool, right?”

“No.. just stupid.”

But besides that, the mission was smooth. The young mutant child didn't argue with coming back to the mansion, agreeing almost immediately. You had helped Peter up and dragged him to the plane, lecturing him the whole time while he pouted like a child. Jean and Scott watched in amusement and the young mutant child was talking excitedly with Kurt and Ororo while Raven and Hank flew the jet back home.

Upon arriving at home you and Peter were immediately back to your playful selves. Shoving him with enough of your purple energy to send him down the ramp he turned and pouted at you once again while waiting patiently. Rolling your eyes came all too naturally around Peter as you followed him down the ramp and kissed his cheek. You both walked back into the mansion, hands intertwined with Ororo and Kurt following the two of you.

They watched as the regular group of kids that idolized Peter ran up to him, immediately asking where he had gotten the bruise on his head from.

"I was doing it all! Y/n here wasn't doing anything and I hit my head while saving her!" Peter huffed exasperatedly to the kids, watching their eyes lit up.

"That is so not true!" You laughed, shoving the silver-haired boy, "He was using his mutation and didn't notice a pole and slammed his head, I had to save him."

Peter gaped at you, "Not true!"

You tossed your head back in genuine laughter as Peter's eyes widened while quickly glancing at the kids, trying, and failing, to get you to agree so Peter would look cool, "It is true! You were claiming that the pole attacked you. It's okay Pete-y... not everyone can have super strength as their mutation."

Peter gasped loudly, a hand flying to his chest and covering his heart, "Oh! Oh! I've been fatally wounded by my own teammate!"

The kids were giggling uncontrollably at this point, "Need me to save you again?"

Jean rolled her eyes as she walked up to Kurt and Ororo, who was watching your interactions with Peter and the kids. She smiled widely, nudging Ororo gently as you yanking Peter into your side, pulling him into a headlock and immediately encasing his head within your purple energy. Ororo laughed loudly as Peter failed to speed out of your arms, your mutation of magic similar to his sister Wanda's mutation, only yours was purple.

"They're good for each other," Jean smiled making Ororo nod.

Kurt, however, tilted his head slightly as he watched you two entertaining the group of kids, "You think so?"

Ororo scoffed, rolling her eyes at their blue friend, "Please! They were destined to be together."

Deciding that teasing might be the best way to cheer Peter up you smirked, trying your best to ignore your nerves as you piped up, “You look like shit Peter.”

“Gee, how sweet,” He huffed.

“I am sweet,” You smiled.

Peter, though you still couldn't see his face perfectly, rolled his eyes and earned a scoff from you, “You're truly something special y'know.”

“I know,” You gushed cheekily, “I'm one of a kind, irreplaceable, the bestest there is.”

At this, Peter remained quiet, and you frowned, speaking softly you asked, “Peter… are you alright?” 

He sighed, pulling himself up to lean back against his headboard, “I will be.”

“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know, it just hurts you more.”

Peter stared at you, looking over all your features as thoughts quite literally raced through his head. Slowly over the past few days, Peter had realized that he was in love with you. Now, he would never outwardly admit that, not now at least. If he did gather up the courage to tell you he'd simply claim he liked you, the thought of scaring you off had been driving him insane lately. 

Unbeknownst to you, Peter's words held a much deeper meaning than you realized. He did think you were special, incredibly special, something completely irreplaceable, and honestly, at this point, the silver-haired boy had no clue what he would do if he lost you. That's why he'd been gone all day. He'd locked himself in his room and spent the day thinking about you, thinking about how long he'd been madly in love with you for and how on earth he was going to keep it hidden from you.

“I know,” Peter finally replied in a sigh, his gaze dropping to his hands.

“I'm here for you Peter,” Your genuine tone shocked the boy, making him look back up from his hands, “I'm here, you can vent to me, talk to me. You can tell me all those things you're holding in. I won't judge you, and I won't tell anyone. You… you matter to me Pete, I wanna help you.”

The boy visibly softened as you spoke to him, and it dawned on you that Peter probably never had someone he truly felt he could confide in. You'd often all hung out with your group, and Scott would be the one to tease Peter for ‘talking too fast’ or ‘rambling too much’ when he'd complain about his day or something specific that happened. Upon this realization, a frown slowly made its way onto your face. You never considered how much those comments must have affected Peter, knowing very well that he couldn't help it. His mutation was super speed, for crying out loud! Of course, his brain worked extremely quickly, so he was bound to speak fast from time to time.

You resisted the urge to reach out and pull Peter into a huge, wanting nothing more than to comfort the boy you had a major crush on. You wanted to heal all his insecurities and make sure he never had a reason to feel insecure ever again. Right then, you decided to stick up for Peter the next time Scott, or anyone for that matter, made a comment. 

Peter's head dropped your gaze, his eyes locking onto his hands once more as you sighed, “Peter please let me help. What's wrong? Why are you upset?”

“I don't like the feelings I have,” Peter grumbled, “They make things hard.”

You smiled slightly, relieved he was opening up slightly, “How can I help you with these feelings you're having?”

“You can't."

You huffed, watching Peter shake his head before you grumbled, “Why are you pushing me away? Did I do something wrong? Are… are you… why are you mad at me?”

“Because I fell for you, isn't it obvious!” You froze immediately at Peter's confession, only prompting him to continue, “Because I've fallen for you, y/n. I've fallen for every bit of you. Your contagious laughter, your sweet, caring personality, your sparkling eyes. I've fallen for the way you crinkle your nose when I make a snarky comment and the way you always look to me first when Scott does something stupid. The way you always tease me about my hair at breakfast and the way you always tap your foot when apologizing after our arguments. I.. I've fallen so hard, and I know I'm probably ruining our relationship but, fuck, I can't keep this in anymore, I guess. I'm rambling, sorry.”

“Stop,” You breathed out, shaking your head, “Don't apologize for rambling... I… I love when you ramble, Peter. But, I need you to tell me the truth. If this is some stupid joke, this isn't funny."

Peter sat up fully, no longer leaning on his bedframe as he reached out to grasp one of your hands, “And the way you always pull your eyebrows together when you're worried or thinking too hard. I don't even think you realize you do it,” At Peter's words, you slowly realized he was right, your eyebrows were tugged together, and you slowly relaxed them, watching the boy in front of you, “It's not a joke. I wouldn't joke about this, about the way I feel about you.”

As he finished speaking, tears slowly welled in your eyes as silence took over. Immediately, Peter began to worry. Great, he'd ruined everything, hadn't he? Before he could voice a single concern, you threw yourself into his arms, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck, a gleeful laugh escaping your lips.

“God, Peter, you don't have any idea how long I've waited to hear that,” You smiled into his neck, relishing in the way his arms wrapped around your torso.

A large smile plastered across his face as he squeezed you tighter, “Y/n… if you'd let me. I'd love to remind you each day of the reasons why I've fallen for you.”

You pulled back enough to look at the boy, smiling widely, “Are you asking me out, Peter?”

“Yes, please… please make me the and happy man that is your boyfriend.”

You laughed at his words, leaning forward to connect your foreheads as you both smiled like goofs, “Yea… I think I'd like that. Can't be too bad, can it?”

“You'll regret those words later.”

"Y/n," Peter's voice spoke softly as your shoulder was shaken gently, "Y/n."

You groaned lightly, not daring to open your eyes, "Peter... it's late."

"I know... but.."

Immediately you sensed the pain in his voice, and your eyes fluttered open, staring at the boy whose cheeks were stained with tears, "Oh Pete.."

You scooted over in your bed, lifting the covers and allowing Peter to crawl in quickly. You wrapped your arms around him immediately as he nuzzled his head into your collarbone. One of your hands found a way to his hair, stroking it softly as a quiet, dry cry left his lips.

"Another nightmare?" You whispered. Peter nodded, sniffling as he squeezed you tighter, "You wanna talk about it?"

There was a pause as Peter hesitated before he spoke up, his voice so fragile compared to its normal joking tone, "You left me," You immediately squeezed Peter even tighter, "You said you were tired of me and that our friendship meant nothing. You left me."

"Pete.. hey, I'm not leaving you, I'll never leave you. Besides, I haven't and could never get tired of you. You're my best friend, Peter. I'll always need you," Your voice was soothing to Peter. It always was, but especially now when you were saying these words, "It was just a nightmare. I'm right here. I'll always be right here."

Peter nuzzled his head deeper. His nose bumped against your collarbone as his forehead rest on your shoulder, "I don't want you to leave me. I need you."

You smiled, kissing his silver hair, "Good. I'm glad you don't want me to leave because you're stuck with me forever. Even if you're waking me up at..." You paused, glancing over at the clock, "3:24 a.m. I'll always be here for you."

"Y/n?"

"Yea?"

"I love you."

Your heart fluttered at his words. Your heart always fluttered at those three words. It wasn't uncommon for the two of you to remind each other that you loved each other, but neither of you had the guts to admit that you loved each other in a more than friends way. So instead, you both hid your feelings of how much you really loved the other, even though part of you screamed to tell Peter that you loved him as more than just a best friend.

"I love you too, Peter."

He sighed, squeezing you once more as if reminding himself that you were really there. You smiled, resuming to stroke his hair as you hoped he would be able to sleep again. You knew it was hard for him to sleep with his mutation and that you were a great comfort to him. Humming softly, you quickly noticed that Peter's breaths began to even out before a very soft snore came from him.