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X-Men x Fem!Reader (Part.2)

You leave them speechless with your bikini (Part.2)

You arrives at a private X-Men beach in a stunning bikini, instantly capturing the attention of your crush who struggle to maintain their composure

Characters: Rogue, Emma Frost, Mystique, Kitty Pryde, Laura Kinney, Sunspot, Alex Summers, Cable, Wade Wislon & Jubilee

Rogue (Anna Marie)

The sun was shining, the waves crashing gently against the shore, and the air was filled with laughter. Rogue had been lounging on her towel, enjoying the rare peaceful moment when she caught sight of you emerging from the changing room in your bikini. The sight made her freeze, her book forgotten in her hands as she took in the way you moved so effortlessly across the sand.

Rogue bit her lip, her usually cool and confident demeanor faltering as she watched you. You had always been stunning to her, but something about the way the sunlight hit your skin today was almost too much for her to handle. Her heart raced in her chest, and she could feel the familiar tug of desire, a feeling she had tried to suppress ever since you two had grown closer.

She glanced around, trying to see if anyone else had noticed, but it seemed everyone was too wrapped up in their own activities. Well, everyone except Gambit. Rogue groaned inwardly as she saw him giving her a knowing smirk from across the beach, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Chère, you look like you’ve seen a ghost," Gambit teased, walking up to her and throwing an arm around her shoulders. "Or maybe it’s somethin’ else?"

Rogue’s cheeks flushed, and she shoved him away playfully, but her eyes never left you. "Shut up, Remy," she muttered, though there was no bite in her words. She was too focused on the way you were moving toward the water, your laughter filling the air.

Gambit chuckled, but didn’t push further, knowing when to back off. Rogue, on the other hand, found herself torn between keeping her distance as she always had or finally taking the plunge. The tension between you two had been building for what felt like forever, and seeing you like this only made it harder for her to keep her feelings under wraps.

With a deep breath, Rogue stood up, brushing the sand off her legs. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to cross that line yet, but she knew she couldn’t ignore it forever. Maybe it was time to stop running from what she felt.

Emma Frost

Emma Frost wasn’t one to be easily caught off guard. She had a reputation for being composed, always in control, always one step ahead. But when you stepped out onto the beach in your bikini, even Emma couldn’t help the subtle widening of her eyes.

Her usual icy demeanor melted, just a bit, as she watched you stroll across the sand. You were radiant, the sun catching the highlights in your hair, the way the water shimmered around your ankles as you walked along the shoreline. Emma's heart, usually locked behind an unbreakable wall, gave a small, unexpected flutter.

Of course, she’d never let anyone else see that. She masked her reaction immediately, schooling her features into their usual cool expression, though her eyes betrayed the heat she felt bubbling under the surface. She adjusted her sunglasses, trying to appear unbothered, but the way her gaze followed you made it clear she was anything but.

"Quite the distraction, isn’t she?" A voice cut through her thoughts. Scott Summers stood beside her, a smirk tugging at his lips as he glanced between you and Emma.

Emma’s lips quirked into a slight smile, but she didn’t bother with her usual sharp retort. She knew Scott could see right through her, and in that moment, she didn’t mind. "More than you could ever know," she said softly, her eyes never leaving you.

Scott chuckled, giving her a knowing look before walking off, leaving Emma alone with her thoughts. She watched as you waded into the water, completely oblivious to the effect you were having on her. Emma could feel the tension between the two of you growing, a palpable thing that neither of you had addressed yet, but it was becoming harder and harder to ignore.

For once, Emma allowed herself to indulge in the moment. She stood, brushing off the sand from her pristine white swimsuit, and made her way toward the water where you were. She wasn’t one to chase after anyone, but for you, she might just make an exception.

Raven Darkhölme (Mystique)

Mystique had always been a master of control. She was used to manipulating situations, changing forms, and bending others to her will. But when it came to you, her grip on that control slipped ever so slightly. She didn’t like it. Not one bit.

Yet, as she watched you step out onto the beach in your bikini, that familiar tightness in her chest returned. You were breathtaking, and she hated that you had this effect on her. She hated how vulnerable it made her feel, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from you.

You were oblivious, of course, completely unaware of the turmoil brewing inside her as you strolled across the sand. Mystique clenched her jaw, forcing herself to look away, but the image of you was burned into her mind. She shifted uncomfortably, folding her arms over her chest, her blue skin gleaming in the sun.

"Looks like someone’s in trouble," a voice drawled. Mystique didn’t have to turn to know who it was. Logan stood a few feet away, his arms crossed and a smug grin on his face. "Can’t hide that look, Raven."

Mystique’s eyes narrowed, her usual icy demeanor snapping back into place. "Mind your own business, Wolverine," she snapped, though the edge in her voice lacked its usual sharpness. Logan just chuckled, shaking his head as he walked away, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

She glanced back at you, her heart hammering in her chest. The tension between you had always been undeniable, a constant push and pull that neither of you had ever fully addressed. Mystique wasn’t one to show weakness, but with you, it was different. You had the power to break down the walls she had so carefully built around herself.

For a moment, Mystique considered walking over to you, letting the mask fall, even just for a second. But then, she remembered who she was, what she was. Vulnerability was a weakness she couldn’t afford.

So, she stayed where she was, watching from a distance, her emotions carefully locked away once more. For now.

Kitty Pryde (Shadowcat)

You had always known Kitty Pryde to be bubbly, fun, and full of life. But when you walked out onto the private beach the X-Men had rented, wearing that bikini you had picked out just for the occasion, something shifted in the air between the two of you. Kitty had been sitting under the shade of an umbrella, reading, but the moment she saw you, the book slid from her hands, completely forgotten.

You walked toward the water, the sand warm beneath your feet, and you could feel her eyes on you. It wasn't the first time you'd caught Kitty looking at you, but today, something about it felt different, heavier. There was a tension that neither of you had addressed yet, and now it was palpable, almost electric in the salty breeze.

"Hey, uh... Y/N!" Kitty called out, trying to sound casual, but there was a nervous edge to her voice that made you smile. You turned back toward her, catching her eyes as she quickly stood up, brushing sand off her legs.

"Yeah, Kitty?" you responded, tilting your head innocently, even though you knew exactly what you were doing. You could see the faint blush on her cheeks, the way she fidgeted with her hair as she walked over to you.

"I was just wondering if you, uh, wanted some sunscreen? It’s... really sunny," Kitty stammered, holding up a bottle as if it was the most important thing in the world. You couldn’t help but laugh softly at her awkwardness.

"Thanks, Kitty, but I think I’m good." You winked at her before turning back to the water, leaving her standing there, clearly flustered. Kitty wasn't usually one to get shy or stumble over her words, but you could tell she was having a hard time keeping it together around you.

As you waded into the water, you could hear her mutter something under her breath, probably scolding herself for not being able to play it cool. You didn’t mind, though. In fact, you found it incredibly endearing. There was something sweet about how Kitty tried so hard, even though she didn’t need to.

A part of you wondered how much longer you could dance around this tension before one of you finally made a move. But for now, you were content to let Kitty be flustered. It was cute, and you knew that when the time came, you’d both be ready.

Laura Kinney (X-23/Wolverine)

Laura wasn’t one for beaches, or crowds, or... well, anything that required her to relax. But here she was, sitting on the sand, watching as you stepped onto the beach in that bikini. Her eyes narrowed slightly, not out of disapproval, but because something inside her tightened at the sight of you. Laura wasn’t used to feelings like this, feelings she couldn’t quite place or understand.

As you walked toward the water, Laura’s gaze followed every step you took. She wasn’t subtle about it, not like some of the others might have been. Laura didn’t know how to hide what she was feeling — not well, at least. So, when you turned around and caught her staring, she didn’t even flinch. She just held your gaze, her expression unreadable, but her eyes... her eyes were full of something you couldn’t quite name.

You smiled, trying to break the tension that had been hanging between you for days now. "You coming in, Laura?"

She didn’t respond right away, still watching you, her eyes scanning over every inch of your skin as if committing it to memory. Finally, she stood up, her movements sharp and precise, the way they always were. Laura wasn’t graceful in the traditional sense, but there was a power to her that you found captivating.

As she walked toward you, her steps silent on the sand, you could feel the heat of her gaze. You’d known for a while that there was something between you two, something unspoken but very real. Laura wasn’t one to talk about her feelings, and you’d never pushed her. But today, standing there in the warm sun with the waves lapping at your feet, you wondered how much longer the two of you could avoid it.

Logan, who had been nearby, noticed too. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched his clone-sister approach you. "Don’t get too worked up, Laura," he teased, but his tone was light, more brotherly than anything.

Laura shot him a look that could have cut through steel. "Shut up, Logan," she growled, her voice low and dangerous. But you knew her well enough to catch the way her lips twitched, just slightly, like she was holding back a smile.

When she finally reached you, she didn’t say anything, just stood there beside you, her presence enough to make your heart race. You glanced up at her, wondering if today would be the day she finally said what you both had been thinking for so long.

Laura wasn’t the type to act on impulse, but as she stood there, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off her skin, you knew that something between you was about to shift.

Roberto da Costa (Sunspot)

The moment you stepped onto the private beach in your bikini, Roberto da Costa's eyes lit up like the sun he was known to channel. He had been lounging in a chair, casually sipping on a drink, but the second he saw you, his posture stiffened, and a smirk tugged at his lips. Roberto was always confident, always suave, but you knew the effect you had on him was more intense than he liked to admit.

You felt his gaze as you moved toward the water, the warmth of his attention causing your skin to tingle. The beach was nearly empty, just a few other X-Men scattered around, but Roberto’s focus was entirely on you. You could hear the playful chatter of your friends behind you, but it all faded as you felt the intensity of his stare.

"Damn, Y/N," you heard Roberto mutter under his breath as he pushed his sunglasses up to get a better look. His voice was low, meant for himself, but you heard it loud and clear, and you couldn’t help but grin. Roberto always had a certain charm, a playful arrogance that drew people to him, but you knew there was more to him underneath the bravado.

As you waded into the water, the waves lapping against your ankles, you turned back toward him, catching his eyes as he continued to watch you. His usual cool, collected demeanor faltered slightly, and you could see a flash of something deeper in his expression — desire, yes, but also something more tender.

"Hey, Sunspot, you good there?" Sam Guthrie called out from the side, a teasing grin on his face. Roberto shot his friend a glare, clearly annoyed by the interruption.

"Mind your own business, Sam," Roberto snapped, though there was no real bite to his words. His eyes flicked back to you, and you could see the determination there, the way he was trying to regain control of his emotions.

But you knew better. Roberto might be able to control solar energy, but he couldn’t control how he felt about you. And as you turned back toward the water, letting the cool waves wash over you, you wondered how long it would be before he made his move. The tension between you had been building for a while now, and you could feel it crackling in the air like electricity. It was only a matter of time.

Alex Summers (Havok)

Alex Summers wasn’t one to get easily flustered, but the moment you stepped onto the beach in that bikini, you saw the way his jaw clenched, his eyes darkening with an emotion he couldn’t quite mask. He had been talking with Scott a few feet away, but the second his gaze landed on you, the conversation came to an abrupt halt.

You knew the effect you had on Alex. He was usually so composed, so in control, but today, as the sun highlighted every curve of your body, he couldn’t hide the way his breath hitched. You smiled to yourself as you walked toward the water, feeling his gaze follow you every step of the way.

"You okay, Alex?" Scott asked, raising an eyebrow as he noticed his brother’s sudden silence.

"Fine," Alex muttered, though the tension in his voice betrayed him. Scott, ever the older brother, smirked knowingly but didn’t push it further. He simply gave Alex a pat on the back and walked off, leaving Alex standing there, clearly struggling to maintain his composure.

As you dipped your toes into the water, you turned back, catching Alex’s eyes. His expression was unreadable, but you could see the desire burning beneath the surface. Alex wasn’t like his brother; he wasn’t one to hold back when he wanted something. And right now, it was clear that he wanted you.

You watched as he took a deep breath, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as if trying to ground himself. But the tension between you was thick, palpable in the summer air, and you knew it was only a matter of time before he gave in.

"Alex?" you called out, your voice soft but teasing, drawing him closer. You could see the conflict in his eyes, the way he battled between maintaining his usual calm and letting himself go.

But then, with a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching, he strode toward you, his steps purposeful. When he reached you, his hand brushed against yours, sending a spark of electricity between you.

"Y/N," he murmured, his voice low, barely above a whisper. You could hear the restraint in his tone, the way he was trying so hard to keep himself in check. But you knew Alex better than that. You knew it wouldn’t be long before the wall he had built around himself came crashing down.

Nathan Summers (Cable)

Nathan Summers, or Cable as most knew him, had seen and lived through countless battles, but nothing had quite prepared him for the sight of you in that bikini, stepping out onto the beach with the sun glistening on your skin. Cable wasn’t a man who got distracted easily, his mind usually focused on the mission, on the bigger picture, but right now, all he could think about was you.

He had been standing by the water’s edge, his arms crossed over his chest, but the moment you appeared, he froze. His steely gaze, usually hardened by years of war and survival, softened as he took in the sight of you. You were breathtaking, and it was clear that even someone as disciplined as Cable wasn’t immune to the effect you had on him.

You waded into the water, feeling the cool waves lap against your legs, but you could feel Cable’s eyes on you, watching your every move with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. He was a man of few words, but you didn’t need him to speak to understand how he felt.

As you glanced back at him, you caught the way his jaw clenched, his eyes dark and stormy as they locked onto yours. Cable wasn’t the type to openly show his emotions, but you could see the struggle in his gaze, the way he battled to keep his composure in front of you.

"Wipe that look off your face, old man," Deadpool’s voice broke through the tension, his tone laced with his usual humor. "You’re drooling."

Cable shot him a murderous glare, clearly annoyed by the interruption. "Shut up, Wade," he growled, but his eyes never left yours. You couldn’t help but laugh softly at the exchange, amused by the way Cable’s usual stoic demeanor was slipping.

As you continued to move through the water, you could feel the tension building between you. Cable wasn’t a man who let himself be vulnerable, but around you, he couldn’t help it. You had a way of breaking through his defenses, of making him feel things he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in a long time.

You knew Cable wasn’t one to act on impulse, but the heat in his gaze told you that it was only a matter of time before he did something about the tension simmering between you. And when he did, you knew it would be explosive.

Wade Wilson (Deadpool)

Being at the beach with Wade Wilson was never boring, and today was no exception. The moment you stepped onto the sand in your bikini, you could feel Wade's eyes on you, though his usual witty commentary was momentarily absent. For Deadpool to be silent was a rare occasion, and you couldn’t help but smirk, knowing you had successfully rendered him speechless.

You felt his gaze follow you as you made your way down to the water. Wade had been lounging under a massive beach umbrella, sipping from a comically large drink, but now he was watching you with an intensity that made your skin prickle with awareness. You knew the effect you had on him, but Wade rarely allowed himself to get serious for long.

"Sweet mother of tacos, Y/N, I thought you looked good in combat gear, but this… this is a whole other level of hot," Wade called out, finally finding his voice. His comment was both teasing and genuine, and you could hear the lust beneath his playful tone. You grinned, glancing back over your shoulder to see him leaning forward, his mouth agape behind his mask.

"You’re gonna scare away all the beachgoers if you keep staring like that," you teased, walking back toward him. But as you approached, Wade didn’t back down, his eyes roving over your body with exaggerated appreciation.

"I’d apologize, but I’m not sorry," he quipped, standing up and stretching, his muscles flexing under his suit. "You make it very hard for a guy to keep his cool, especially in this sweltering heat. But hey, if you ever need help applying sunscreen, I’m your man. Or, you know, I could just skip to the 'rubbing you down' part."

You chuckled, shaking your head at his relentless flirting. But as much as Wade joked around, you could see the raw desire in his eyes. Beneath all the quips and bravado, Wade had real feelings for you, and it was moments like this when his mask—figurative and literal—slipped just enough for you to catch a glimpse of the man underneath.

Behind him, you could hear Colossus mutter something about Wade needing to behave himself, but Deadpool was already too far gone. "Tell the big guy I’m totally behaving! I’m just appreciating nature’s beauty!" Wade shot back, before pulling you closer, his tone shifting from playful to something a little more serious. "But seriously, Y/N… you are beautiful."

And for a moment, the tension between you wasn’t hidden behind jokes. It was real, it was palpable, and Wade wasn’t hiding how much he wanted you. Not this time.

Jubilation Lee (Jubilee)

The sun was bright, the waves were crashing, and Jubilee was her usual energetic self—until she saw you walking onto the beach in your bikini. She had been setting off small fireworks from her fingertips in the air, just for fun, but the moment her eyes landed on you, her playful display fizzled out.

"Y/N, girl, what are you trying to do to me?" she called out, a wide grin spreading across her face as she adjusted her oversized sunglasses. Jubilee had always been vocal about how much she adored you, and today was no different. As you made your way toward her, you could see her eyes light up in that mischievous way they always did when she was planning something.

You rolled your eyes playfully, but you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. "What? Too much?"

"Too much? Babe, you look like you walked straight off a magazine cover," she teased, her voice full of affection. "If you keep looking that good, you’re going to put the sun to shame."

Jubilee wasn’t shy about showing her appreciation for you, but today there was a new edge to her teasing. You felt her gaze linger a little longer, her eyes tracing over your form in a way that made your stomach flip. You had always been close with her, but there was something electric in the air today, something that made your skin tingle with awareness.

As you sat beside her, you felt her hand brush against your arm, a small, affectionate gesture, but one that sent a jolt of warmth through you. "You know," she started, leaning in closer, "I’m not the only one noticing how amazing you look. I think Bobby almost walked into a palm tree back there."

You laughed, glancing over to where Bobby was indeed rubbing his head, clearly distracted. "Oh, please," you said, but the lightness in your voice was undeniable.

Jubilee smiled, her eyes softening as she leaned back in the sand. "But for real, Y/N… you look incredible. Like, I always knew you were gorgeous, but today you’re just… extra stunning. You sure you’re not using some of that mutant power to mess with my heart?"

There was always a playful dynamic between you, but today it felt different. The way she looked at you, the way her tone shifted—it was as if Jubilee was realizing something about her feelings, something that had been bubbling beneath the surface for a long time. And though she tried to play it off with jokes, you could feel the weight of her emotions behind every word.

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