Y/N is a mutant who can’t touch anyone due to a permanent force field over her skin. Kevin is a mutant who can’t touch anyone because they will wither to dust on contact.

Pairing: Kevin Ford/Wither x Mutant!Reader

Warnings: short battle violence, angst, smut, force field contraception (unless you’re a mutant, take precautions!)

Word Count: ~1400

Note: Thanks to @comic-book-reider for introducing me to this character. Happy half-birthday, and happy reading. And thank you for the request!

Glass exploded from the windows as the team walked up. The next wave sent members of the NYPD through anything that remained.

“She’s scared. Be gentle and walk slow,” Scott said. “If another wave starts, hit the deck.” He sent some of the team to other entrances, then followed Storm through the front door.

You were huddled on the living room floor. The air around you blurred like city pavement in the summer. You could barely see them as they walked towards you. “Please,” you begged, “don’t hurt me.”

“We’re not going to hurt you,” Storm said, kneeling a few feet from you. “Take deep breaths. You’re going to be alright.”

Storm and everything around her swirled before your vision went black.

“How have you been liking our school for gifted youngsters?” Hank asked.

“I don’t feel gifted. I feel cursed,” you muttered. You curled away from him as he reached out to pat your shoulder, remembering how he spun while flying across the room the last time he tried to comfort you.

“You don’t have to be afraid of your powers, Y/N. From my tests, it seems it keeps you impervious to harm except for light bruises that would be knotted on anyone else.”

“Has the NYPD pressed charges?” you asked. They had rushed you. You panicked. But the world was against you, so you expected blame.

“No. They knew you didn’t mean any premeditated harm.” Hank looked down at you and sighed. “Would you like to know your results?” He waited for you to respond. When you didn’t storm out, he flipped his clipboard. “Defense shield, level six. Protects subject’s exterior and interior from outside contact. Scans show it protecting you down to a cellular level, miss Y/N.”

“Can I be cured?”

“Even if you could, I don’t think your field would let in a needle or anything that would break it down. Maybe once you learn to control it to let in certain positive forces, but not at this moment.”

You breathed deeply as you woke up. Soft sunlight was just starting to break through the cracks in the curtain. With a sigh, you arched back into the bare chest behind you, reveling in the warmth there. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling the covers over your bare shoulders.

You saw him staring at you.

He quickly looked away but dared to peek at you from the corner of his eyes. You tried to ignore him.  You didn’t know his name since nobody talked to you. When the bell rang, you raced into the hallway, but he followed you.

“Y/N, wait!”

You spun on him. “What, you want to stare at the most dangerous freak in the school? Go ahead, just stop being creepy about it.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t… I mean… I… um. My name’s Kevin. I was wondering if you wanted someone to sit with today… at… lunch?” He groaned at himself, cursing the voice that was faster than his brain.

You chanced a smile. He was cute, in a way. People seemed to avoid him as much as they did you.

“Sure.” Did you just-?

“Great. Come find me, or I’ll find you, or whatever happens. See you then!”

He scurried away, leaving you with your mouth hanging open. Like a fish. You quickly closed it and hurried to your next class.

“Mornin’” he mumbled into your hair.

“What time is it?”

He cracked an eyelid towards the clock. “Not time for school yet. Still got a few hours.”

You curled again. His hardening morning glory rubbed against your back, pulling a groan from him.

Kevin led you to a grassy patch under a tree in the side lawn. He started asking questions and didn’t stop till you began to ask some of your own. Before lunch was even half way over, you knew each other’s favorite band, best/worst class, and backstory. You realized Kevin was in the same boat as you.

“I wear these gloves so I don’t accidentally hurt someone, but I miss… never mind.”

“No, please,” you said, “go on. I think I’m learning what you mean.” You looked away, waiting for him to continue, but when you looked back he was staring at you again. “What?”

“You know your hair kinda glows in the sun? I think I can see a blue haze around it, like seeing your force barrier.” He cleared his throat and focused back on his sandwich. “It’s kinda cool.”

You didn’t know what to say to that, so you asked a question. “What do you do in your free time?”

“Metal art.”

“Cool.”

“You?”

“Painting.”

“Awesome.”

You twisted around to drag your fingernails across his chest.

“Y/N. You know, if you keep doing that, you’re gonna start something.”

“I know,” you laughed, “I’m planning on it.”

“We’re doing this?” Kevin asked. He stood in front of you and still had his shirt, boxers, and gloves on but wanted to hear you say it one more time.

“Yes.” You fidgeted, sitting on the edge of the bed. His bed. “I want to. Skin to skin. All of it.”

He shook his head and grinned. “Alright then.” He pulled his shirt over his head as you removed your tank top, leaving your torso bare. He eyes latched onto your breasts as he absent-mindedly picked at the fingers of his gloves. You covered up your chest, giggling when his eyes flitted back up to yours.

“Go on,” you whispered.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as the gloves fell to the floor. He reached out for you and stopped millimeters away from your skin. You leaned up to him, letting out a shuddering breath as he ran his finger across your collarbone. Unharmed.

Kevin hugged you close before pulling up to cage you exactly where you wanted to be. With a chuckle, he leaned down to begin kissing you. You sucked on his bottom lip and tugged on it with your teeth. You pulled away to suck on his ear lobe. Distracting him. A second later he was on the bottom, smirking up at you. His hands ran up your arms, then pressed harder into your skin, bolder, kneading your breasts till your nipples were hard, then sinking further down your body. His fingers danced along your hip bones. Hesitating.

You wriggled them. “Please.” You shrugged off the blanket that had somehow stayed in place over your shoulders. He groaned at the sight of you. A rumbling noise you hoped you’d never miss hearing from him. He ghosted his fingers over your slit, breathing heavy as you shuddered. You gasped as he inserted a digit into you.

“You okay?”

“Yes. Keep going.”

He slowly pumped in and out of you, curling occasionally to brush across your bundle of nerves. You bucked down to meet him, willing him to move faster than this slow burn. You reached for him, curling your fingers around his length. His hips jerked in your hand.

“A bit eager this morning?” he growled. His fingers became more insistent in you. Toying with you like you were toying with him.

“You complaining?” You squealed as he flipped you back beneath him.

“No.”

He tugged your fingers away from his length before leading the tip to rest against you. You rubbed yourself against him, coating him in your slick. You both moaned as he sank into you.

When you were ready, you bucked up to him. He met you, thrusting and dragging till you were breathless. A sheen of sweat broke out on your skin. Kevin’s glistened in the rising sun. He sped up, not by much, but enough to wrench moans of pleasure from you.

The coil pulled tighter and tighter inside you. You quaked beneath him, pleading for him to never stop. You wrapped your legs around his waist, drawing him deeper into you. He thrust harder, twisting and probing till he found the spot that made you cry out. Everything inside you clenched. You sucked in air as his thrusts released you. Your eyes fluttered shut as he staggered to his release. Force fields had their benefits too, so that wasn’t a bother.

Kevin pulled out and fell beside you. You were almost asleep again when he pulled you closer to him. The sweat made you stick to each other.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N,” he murmured.

You were out like a light before you could reply.