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Obvious [Part Four]

Prompt/Summary: You’re an empath, he’s a telepath. You might not be able to know what he’s thinking, but it doesn’t stop you from feeling it.

Pairing: Charles Xavier x Female Reader

Warnings: s m u t [shower sex, oral sex female receiving]

Word Count: 6,500. This was supposed to be a pretty short chapter. I don't know what happened

Previous Parts: One || Two || Three

26 hours.

It was supposed to be better. You’d told yourself it would be better. Now that you and Charles had established it wasn’t a one-time thing and that he did like you. It had been 26 hours since your encounter in his study and the only thing you could confidently decide on was that it was most certainly not better.

You were in the library, trying to read up on something - you couldn’t remember what - for Charles’ research. It was cool and dark in your corner, the beams of light that usually illuminated the whole space were sliding down the far wall as the sun was setting. Good you thought; you needed it cool and dark as you pressed your head against the wall you were next to with a groan. Tracing the bruises along your collarbones you could have sworn he was in front of you, biting down on the soft flesh and your back ached as if he still had you pressed against the hard edge of his desk. Images, filthy images, of what he had done to you just hours before were flashing through your mind on repeat and you felt drunk on the memories. Your skin was still on fire, even after a cold shower and two naps.

To say that you were plagued by Charles Xavier would have been an understatement. The hold he had on you now felt inescapable, as if your entire being was tuned into his bandwidth and you were stuck there like a bug in a spiderweb. So much so that you were just slipping back into your thoughts, replaying the study encounter once more, when you heard the heavy oak door creek and footsteps on the floorboards. You shot upright, hastily grabbing the closest paper to you and trying to neutralise your thoughts before you were caught red-faced. However, the voice that called out to you wasn’t the one you were expecting.

“Y/N, are you in here?”

Raven’s voice made you jump, much more than you’d have been willing to admit. Papers slid off the narrow desk space as your knees smacked the underside with surprising force. You scrambled to catch them, but even so, any composure you had was long gone so you kept your head down and busied yourself with collecting the debris surrounding you as you listened to Raven’s footsteps advance. You knew you should have answered, but you couldn’t form the words; your mouth suddenly dry and tacky. You decided you would rather face Charles after your sudden decision to run away a thousand times rather than confront his childhood best friend even once.

Raven rounded the last corner and stood at the end of the tall row of bookshelves you had squirrelled yourself away into, and you knew that you were completely powerless. She was taller than you, stronger than you, and a much better fighter than you. If she’d come to give you a piece of her mind, you thought, dying in a library didn’t sound like the worst way to go. At least you would look cool, you consoled yourself, your dead body sprawled out amongst the ancient books. You decided to steel yourself for the worst, sucking in what you assumed to be one of your last breaths and concentrating everything on your power. You were rusty but with all the distractions lately, you had not been practising as Charles frequently told you to do. Calm and friendly, calm and friendly, calm and friendly you repeated the mantra in your head, hoping and praying that even if you couldn’t reach her you were at least able to manipulate the atmosphere around you.

“Hi,” getting the word out took more than you were willing to admit. Your voice caught in your dry throat and stuck to your teeth as you forced yourself to look up into her yellow eyes. For a second you thought you saw a flicker of something that wasn’t pure hatred.

“I just-” she started, but her voice caught too. She coughed. It was short and sharp, her face turned to look out of the window where there was no longer any sunlight, her profile thrown harsh contrast as she did. “I came to tell you dinner is ready,” as much as you hated to admit it, you were stunned. Of all the ways you had imagined this going, it was the last thing you had expected.

“Oh, er, thanks,” you mumbled, embarrassed. You hoped she couldn’t see your red face, but you knew better.

“We barely see you eat anymore, it’s worrying m- everyone…” she trailed off, but you knew she was right. You had been regularly skipping meals, instead opting for snacks in the unsociable hours, and the few times you had managed to attend the group dinner times, you had spent them sitting picking at your food and waiting for it to end.

“Yeah, no, I’m-” it was awkward, and you didn’t need to be an empath to work that out. The tension between the two of you was palpable and both of you were speaking as if every word had been carefully and delicately selected. “I’m just gonna tidy up here and then I’ll come,” Raven gave a stiff nod of understanding. She cast a sweeping glance over the mess in your corner and turned on her heel to leave. Something gripped you and you found yourself finally acting like a normal person and speaking before thinking.

“Hey, Raven?” she stopped, didn’t turn but her shoulder twitched and you knew you had her attention. “Thanks,” you hoped the word was enough, that it said silently all the things you needed to say. You could have sworn you saw a minute nod before she continued on, and in two strides she melted into blue shadows. You held your breath as you listened to her retreat until you heard the doors shut and alone in the library once more.

You let out the breath in a heavy sigh and tried to roll the tension out of your neck and shoulders. Deciding that not showing up for dinner and having Raven find you for a further one-to-one talk was infinitely worse than whatever awkwardness was to be dealt with over dinner, you stayed true to your promise and quickly organised your research into a pile of books and a pile of notes stacked neatly on the desk you’d claimed as your spot. Plus, there was a little tightening in your stomach at the thought of seeing Charles again. Whilst you were glad that you could finally think about him without the sad weight of knowing what you’d had with him was a one-off thing, now you couldn’t stop thinking about the next time you’d get to have him. Shaking your head you left the library and decided to head up to your room to wash up and change clothes quickly.

Dinner, as you discovered rapidly, was exactly what you needed to do. Charles was finally out of the extreme absorption phase of his project and had decided that human interaction was necessary to some degree, so it was a full table. Any nerves you had immediately faded when the chaos that was feeding a collection of late-teenage superheroes commenced. Fighting for seats, fighting for plates, squabbling over serving sizes even though there was plenty to go around and then some. You found yourself between Darwin and Charles himself. You expected yourself to be haywire, as was the effect he usually had on you but instead you found a renewed confidence. Maybe Raven knew you’d slept together, but as far as she was aware it was just the once and no one else gave any indication they knew what was going on between you and the young professor. He acknowledged you with a warm smile, which you returned, before becoming engaged in your own spirited conversations. Perhaps it was knowing that at the end of the day you were the one he was coming undone over, or maybe it was the way when his arm brushed yours you felt like you were full of static electricity.

You had to admit it felt good to be able to be yourself in the group once more, even as you had to duck to avoid a swiftly placed soundwave from Sean aimed at Darwin.

“Hey now,” it was Charles interrupting the ruckus with his rapidly developing teacher voice. “No powers at the dinner table,” Sean muttered an apology but you didn’t miss the shit-eating grin shared between the younger boys, and neither did Raven who caught your eye when she realised you too had noticed. For a fraction of a second, she flicked a smile at you, before turning her attention back to Hank and Erik.

“Actually, while I have everybody’s attention please,” Charles started again and you found yourself twisting in your seat to see his face better. The knee that pressed itself against yours almost made you blush. “As you will have noticed I have been rather preoccupied with some research, and I realise now that it was in error that I left you all to your own devices,” he cast a disapproving gaze around the small group, but there was a playfulness in him that told you he wasn’t serous “So, from tomorrow we will be going back to training. One-to-one’s will be with me at the same time as we used to, and group training will be split between myself and Erik from now on,” there was a slight shift in the air at the mention of Erik’s name.

“But surely we don’t-” Raven began, but she was quickly shut down.

“Yes, you do,” Charles gave her a knowing look and she quietened down with nothing more than an eye roll. “Tomorrow morning, 10 am. I want to see everyone on the front lawn,”

You sighed internally, group training meant combat training and you had to admit that squirrelling yourself away and avoiding exercise in general had suited you over the last week. Still, as the chatter died down and the group started to disperse after dessert, you found yourself with a pleasantly full stomach and looking forward to the following morning.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting from Charles that night, the exact details of your arrangement were still vague at least to you. You knew he wouldn’t initiate in front of the others, so when you finally rose from the table and bid the remaining Raven, Charles, Erik and Hank good night you weren’t entirely surprised that you got nothing more than a ‘good night’ in return and eye contact that was held for perhaps half a second too long. You waited around in your room for a little while, wasted time in the bathroom and then tried to occupy yourself with a book to see if he would come to your room, but he didn’t. You supposed you could have called out to him telepathically, but you didn’t want to come across as desperate. What you and Charles had established felt fragile, so early in its life that the slightest turbulence could shatter it. You didn’t want to be constantly running to him, even if deep down that was what you wanted. In the end, you could feel your eyes becoming so heavy that you slipped a bookmark into the leatherbound novel you were fighting your way through and drifted into an empty sleep.

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You were glad you didn’t have any dreams that night because, much to your surprise, you woke up to your alarm clock on time and actually felt well-rested and ready to at least face whatever Charles had in store for you.

Your enthusiasm quickly wore off when you found the group of grey-sweatsuit-clad mutants on the front lawn, all eyeing up a suspicious pile of clutter on the lawn that Charles, also dressed in his sports clothes, was in the middle of. You followed his movements for a moment and realised that it wasn’t a pile of junk, but some kind of pattern. When you spotted the dumbbells your stomach sank right through to the floor. The only thing you hated more than combat training was plain workouts. Before you could finish the half-baked plan to sneak around the back of the house an amused voice spoke from the back of your mind.

“Don’t even think about it,” You rolled your eyes, huffing playfully at the intrusion and deciding to show Charles that you were sulking with him by refusing to answer him, verbally and mentally. You didn’t get a chance to see if he found you funny or not, and you tried to ignore the little twinge in your chest as he turned and said something to Erik, before calling the small group’s attention.

“Right, good morning everyone, I trust you all slept well,” Charles started, an almost alarming shine in his bright blue eyes. There was an almost unanimous grumble.

“Why are we here, Charles?” Raven cut him off, straight to the point. Typically, Charles was unfazed and responded by rolling back onto his heels, hands folded behind his back, with a light chuckle.

“Thank you, Raven. I thought we’d get back into the swing of things with something nice and easy, so today there are no powers involved. It’s just a simple circuit. Now I need everyone to split off into pairs,” Charles explained the basic premise of the training circuit he had set up. It consisted of twelve ‘stations’ that you were to work around in pairs, each station having a different workout exercise to complete. You were to do the full circuit three times each. You had a feeling that you and Charles had different definitions of ‘nice and easy’.

There was a tap on your shoulder and you turned happily, expecting to see Charles waiting to partner up with you, however, the hand on your shoulder was blue.

“Wanna be my partner?” You couldn’t stop the grin that broke out on your face, so relieved that Raven had sought you out once more, and was actually keen to work with you. You accepted gratefully and moved to stand closer together. You could have sworn you caught Charles watching the interaction from the corner of his eye.

Much to your surprise, the circuit training was suspiciously enjoyable, although Raven was largely to take responsibility for that. After a few minutes of awkwardly working in silence, you couldn’t help but snort as you caught Alex collapse onto his face mid-push up. Raven had spotted him too and before you knew it the pair of you were struggling to control yourselves through stifled giggles. Charles had come over several times to remind the two of you that you were supposed to be focusing on moving your bodies, not your mouths, but Raven morphed into his form when his back was turned and started mocking him in an uncanny way that had you almost unable to stand you were laughing so hard.

It was the first time you had felt truly relaxed for as long as you could remember, and you were just having mindless, girly fun. The exercises were none too interesting and you were capable of completing them all fairly easily, with Raven spotting you on some of the weighted exercises and then you did the same for her. Charles passed you during the sit-up station, where you were actually pushing yourself and making good time.

“Nice form, Y/N,” his gaze felt suspiciously searing, and you had a feeling he was staring directly at your breasts and not your form at all. The rapid wave of arousal that pierced the air around you and faded as he retreated was enough to confirm it. Raven looked at you with raised eyebrows on your next rise.

“He was so staring at you,”

“He’s training us,” you responded, trying and most likely failing to sound nonchalant as you rose again.

“You know what I mean,” you tensed, trying to force yourself to continue and complete the set. You weren’t sure how to react given that last time Raven had sussed out that there was something going on between you and Charles it had not ended well, so what came next completely threw you off. “I think he likes you,”

You were glad your set ended and you were able to get up and swap positions with Raven, supporting her whilst she began her set of sit-ups. You managed a non-commital shrug at her comment, but didn’t answer.

“Do you like him?” she asked, her face was set and she was starting to pant through the exertion of the exercise, but there was no malice coming from her and the atmosphere hadn’t changed. You figured it was safe to laugh.

“What are we, middle schoolers?” That made Raven laugh too and the pair of you moved onto another station with a new topic, this time ‘Is Hank Actually Ripped Or Can He Just Lift That Much Because He’s Tall?’

By the time the session ended you were exhausted, sweating profusely alongside your peers and all out of breath. For some reason, Erik knew and was able to lead a series of cool-down stretches, and then before you knew what was happening you were being dismissed to the showers. You fell into step with Raven, bunched in the middle of the group surrounded by the slightly younger boys.

“It’s a shame there’s more than enough showers for everyone huh, Y/N?” Alex caught your eye, a wicked grin making its way across his features. If it was anyone else you would have panicked, but Alex’s room was close to yours on the second floor, and after two accidents where he had wandered into the bathroom that had been labelled yours instead of his, it had become a bit of a running joke that he was trying his utmost to see you naked. You shoved his shoulder playfully and told him to try his luck with Hank instead.

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Your bathroom was one of your favourite places in the house. It wasn’t the biggest, but it was one of the few spaces that was all yours. It, like most of the rooms in the house, had been decorated grandly, with black and white tiled floors and dark green walls. You didn’t have a bath, but you didn’t mind because the shower space was plenty large enough and had two surprisingly tasteful glass walls to make up the corner. You’d placed a plant on the high windowsill and opposite your shower was an impressive, inbuilt vanity with a large mirror across the back and a sink built into the white marble countertop.

You were just relaxing under the pressure of the hot water on your used muscles, deeply grateful for the Xavier family’s seemingly endless supply of money and their ability to run eight hot, powerful showers at once. You ran your hands over your face and back, scraping the water away from your eyes and slicking your hair back like a supermodel when there was a soft knock on your door. You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the smile that broke out across your face and shook your head with a little laugh.

“Go away, Alex!”

There wasn’t an immediate answer and you assumed it was one of his silly games to wind you up. But the sudden feeling that gripped you made you gasp and stop in your tracks; because there was only one person who could convince you that there was a second pair of hands sliding up and down your body, taking advantage of the feeling of your wet skin.

Your mouth went dry, but you couldn’t stop the way your stomach tightened in anticipation. Without turning the water off you leant as far forward as you could and just managed to unlock the door before turning your back and going about your business as if no one was there. You made a deliberate point of putting far too much soap on your loofah so that you covered your whole body in the soft white bubbles. You heard the door click, and the sound of the bolt sliding back across, so you made a point of swaying your hips to some invisible music as you made your routine a display.

“Quite the show,” he murmured, the soft English accent finally convincing you to throw your head over your shoulder, still not letting him see you from the front. He had already discarded the grey sweater and was stood shirtless with the matching grey sweatpants slung low on his hips. His eyes were completely trained on your body with his head tilted to the side and lips pursed as he appreciated you. You sent him a soft smile, eyes half-closed in anticipation of the bliss soon to come.

You decided to play the long game, refusing to acknowledge him further and instead turning back under the stream of water. That wasn’t to say that you weren’t totally tuned in to his every movement. You could have sworn you could feel everything he did behind you. So you weren’t entirely surprised when you felt a hand land on your hip. This time it was real, warm and tingly and rubbing circles into your soft wet skin, pulling at you gently. You gave in to the pressure, because if you were being honest there was no way you could resist it, finally spinning around.

You came chest to chest with Charles, your hands landing on his shoulders. He didn’t hesitate for a second, pressing kisses along your neck, working his way up and across your jaw as you sighed and tilted your head back to provide him easier access. He trailed up the side of your face until his mouth was right by your ear. His hand was still massaging your waist.

“Is this all for me?” He murmured, so close his lips just ghosted across the shell of your ear, his hot breath on your damp skin making you shiver. Any facade of self-control immediately shattered, and yet again you were putty in his hands. You managed a silent nod, swallowing hard, your heart hammering in your chest. Charles pushed you slightly, edging you to take a step back and to the side so that he could submerge himself under the stream of water beside you. The soap suds were rapidly sliding off you as you too ducked back under the shower. Charles watched them work their way down your body.

Something felt different, you noticed. There was a palpable tension that you both seemed to be skirting around. Maybe it was because it was the first time you had both been voluntarily naked in front of each other without immediately moving on to sex, maybe it was because this was the first time you’d found each other without at least one of you in urgent need. Charles’ tongue darted out to moisten his pink lips. He was still holding your waist with one hand, his free hand reaching up to push his hair back away from his eyes. It looked jet black under the water, and you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching up to touch it. You watched his Adam's Apple bob, and his pupils dilate in front of you. Your hand stayed in his hair.

Something snapped, you felt it, and before you could think any further you grabbed him, pulling him down into a heavy kiss. Charles immediately sprang to life, pulling you into him as close as he could, his other hand wrapping around your neck to hold you in place. He groaned lowly into your mouth, to which you responded by opening your own mouth and allowing him to slip his tongue inside. You sighed in response, your hands roaming freely, enjoying the way the water made his skin slick to the touch.

“God, you have no idea how long I’ve been thinking about this,” his mouth fell away from yours, the words punctuated by sloppy kisses along your skin. He chased a water droplet along the grove of your neck with his tongue, an action that made your knees buckle as you let out a high pitched whine. Charles tightened his grip on you with ease, refusing to let you fall. Through the foggy cloud taking over your mind, you managed to pull out a retort.

“About midway through the workout, by my estimations,” you felt his lips curve into a smile from where they hovered just at the top of your breast, his hands now occupied with the newly lubricated flesh. He rose at his own pace, painfully slowly, and pulled you close once more. A well-placed thigh between your legs provided you with some pressure and you didn’t hesitate in rolling your hips down onto it, a wanton sigh escaping you at how quickly he could turn you on. Charles looked at you, properly. Deep into your eyes as if he were searching your face for something. His eyes were dark, drinking in your appearance.

“And then some,” his voice was low, an almost dangerous edge creeping into it. He removed his leg from in between yours, ignoring the small noise of protest you made and walked you backwards with his hands on your hips until your back was pressed into the corner of the shower. The water was hot enough that even though you were no longer directly under the jet you were perfectly warm. Charles didn’t reward you with his thigh again, instead capturing your lips once more, but before you could cling to him he was away. He sank down, leaving sloppy kisses full of teeth and tongue against your wet skin until he was on his knees in front of you, his mouth dangerously close to where you were aching for him most.

He guided you softly, encouraging you to lift your left leg and hook it over his shoulder, forcing you to lean back and give him unlimited access to you. The arm that wasn’t wrapped around your thigh was pressed against the softness of your lower stomach, keeping you in place with gentle pressure. You weren’t sure what to do initially with your hands as you let yourself relax into the new position. Eventually one of them tangled in his sodden hair, keeping a firm grip. The other found a place on the wall, supporting yourself as best you could. Charles interrupted you from where you were settling into things by dropping his head and blowing quickly on your sex.

The shot of cold air against your exposed skin made you gasp, your head snapping forward to train your attention back on the man in front of you. Apparently, that was what he wanted because he was waiting for you.

“I want you to watch,” he almost purred “See how good you taste to me,” his mouth was inching closer to you with every word, the anticipation coiling tightly in the pit of your stomach. You nodded, your skin burning with the request but you weren’t uncomfortable. Charles never did anything to make you uncomfortable.

“Shit,”

He started by licking an experimental stripe along the outside of your vulva, tantalisingly close but still not quite there. You could tell from the warmth between your legs that you were already soaked, and he confirmed your suspicions by easing his tongue between your folds and swiping up towards your clit in one easy movement. You gasped, your eyes instinctively closed and your head fell backwards as electricity crackled up your spine. Just as quickly as you gave in to the feeling, you felt Charles pull back.

“I said watch,” all playfulness was gone from his tone. He refused to so much as touch you until he had your full attention once more. “Good girl,” that was enough to make you melt, and you watched him transfixed as he moved back towards you.

Trying to focus on Charles whilst he ate you out like you were his final meal was a challenge. He left nothing to the imagination, making a show of tasting you, swallowing any of your excesses and moaning as he did so. He was perfectly focused, zeroed in on your clit with accuracy that had you unable to manage more than a string of curse words and his name on repeat. His eyes were closed, leaving you to admire the thick lashes, flushed cheeks and dark hair that was now a complete mess and plastered to the top of his head. He alternated between working you with his tongue and sucking you into his mouth in what was almost a kiss. The sensation of his teeth grazing your clit irregularly had you tensing in the best way. It took an alarmingly short time for you to grip him tighter, trying to utter out a warning as your breathing became more shallow and your voice trailed off. Charles responded with a moan that vibrated through you, picking up the intensity even more so to the point where you were a trembling mess.

His eyes opened, trained on your features and you felt paralysed, the intensity of the orgasm building within you too close to risk looking away. Watching him watch you was enough to do it. You didn’t even get time to warn him as you jolted, the orgasm crashing over you before you even knew it was hitting you. Both of his hands were gripping your hips, guiding you in grinding on his face as his tongue worked relentlessly.

“Oh my god, Charles!”

You felt him chuckle against you at your volume, which only added to the sensations flowing through you, making your legs shake. Your hands were fisted hard in his hair, desperately trying to find something, anything, to ground you. You couldn’t maintain eye contact as much as you wanted to, your eyes rolling back into your head and your whole body trembling with the force. Charles stilled, using his hands to guide your movements to a slowing stop. He kissed you gently, tidying up after himself and even cupping a hand to collect some water and wipe away the mess that had spilled over onto your thighs.

The second he rose back up to standing you threw yourself at him, arms circling around his neck and pulling him as close to you as you could. Charles reciprocated the energy, pulling you towards him and kissing you with a desperate aggression, the taste of yourself faint in his mouth. You could feel him then, hard and ready against your leg, unable to stop himself from moving against you. He grabbed the back of your thighs, indicating for you to jump for him and you did.

Charles tried to catch you from the jump and press you against the wall once more, this time level with him. However, the addition of water on tiled floors caused him to lose the strength in his footing and the pair of you wobbled for a second. He managed to pin you against the wall in a rapid correction, but your confidence was a little knocked. Charles continued to attack you with kisses on any part of your skin he could reach but especially your neck. You couldn’t help but imagine the pair of you tumbling to the floor in a tangle of sprained limbs and broken bones.

“Hey,” it was Charles speaking in your head, “I won’t let anything happen to you,” you nodded against his lips, and he reciprocated but stepped back to let you down, reaching behind you as he did to turn off the shower. You looked at him quizzically, not quite ready for the moment to end entirely, but he didn’t offer you any explanation. Instead, he stepped out of the shower and held out his hand for you to take and he led you across the small space to the vanity. Pleased to be out of the slip zone you understood what he wanted and allowed him to help you perch on the countertop just beside your sink. The marble was cold on your skin, making you shiver pleasantly in comparison to the hot humid air surrounding you.

Charles stepped between your open legs, and for a second you were reminded of his office two days before, before he caught you in such a heated kiss that everything else left your mind instantly. You felt one of his hands move downwards, and judging by the slight movements you could feel of his arm against your leg, he was stroking himself as you made out like a pair of out of control teenagers. His other hand snuck along your inner thigh, his thumb making contact with your sensitive clit causing you to jolt. His fingers danced between your folds, toying with you and winding you up as his tongue entered your mouth, easily dominating you. Two fingers pushed into you, and you felt yourself gasp, the feel of something finally inside of you enough to make your walls clench. Charles was making no effort to make you cum again, however. He was deliberately playing with you, refusing to stick to a regular rhythm as he worked you alongside himself. It didn’t take you long before you couldn’t stand the feeling,

“Charles,” you whined, capturing his attention. He looked up at you, a mischievous grin on his features. He didn’t remove his fingers from inside you, and he didn’t let go of himself either.

“Ask for it,”

“I need you,” he raised an eyebrow, only half satisfied with your response. “Please,” you added with a breathy sigh.

You thought he was going to lean forward to kiss you, but instead, he swerved past you. You turned to watch with interest as he reached behind you and wiped a large patch clean in the fogged up mirror that made up the back of the vanity unit. “Trust me,” he spoke in your mind at your clear moment of confusion, before helping you down from your seat.

Charles pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before smoothly spinning you around. You caught sight of yourself in the mirror, and suddenly it clicked into place. Charles walked you forwards until you were able to lean forward on the counter, his breath hot on your neck as he took his position behind you. He pushed into you with ease and you couldn’t stop the moan that escaped you at the pleasantness of the stretch. The sensation almost took your breath away, and before Charles even began to move your breaths were coming in shallow and the familiar sensation of an orgasm building within you began to swell.

“Christ, Y/N,” he forced out through gritted teeth as he withdrew his hips and pushed back into you a couple of times before settling into a rhythm. With your legs pressed together and your back bent over the counter he felt significantly larger than usual inside of you, and you could only manage small whimpers in response to the overwhelming sensations. The air was virtually stifling, aside from the small seconds of relief as icy cool drops of condensation landed on your skin. One of Charles’ hands had made their way to your front and he was gently rolling a nipple between his fingers, making the hairs along the back of your neck stand on end. His other hand landed sharply on your backside, drawing out a soft “oh,” from you and the warm tingling patch left had you almost blushing. Charles was speeding up too, moving at an almost relentless pace.

“Look at me,” the demand made you look up into the mirror once more and the sight before you was almost enough to have you collapsed screaming over the vanity in itself. You were a mess, eyes blown wide with a blush across your cheeks that extended down your neck and across your shoulders, mouth open in pure pleasure. If you were a mess, Charles was something else entirely. Stood directly behind you, his hands firm on your hips as he drove into you, forcing you to stay still as he took control of everything from behind. His eyes were trained on your face in the mirror, his breath coming in short from the exertion of forcing himself to last for you.

“So beautiful,” he grunted, his voice ragged and almost broken in the effort to get the words out “Such a good girl for me,” the hand on your nipple moved upwards further, wrapping very gently around your throat. He didn’t even have to squeeze because you could already feel yourself coming undone with an unrestricted cry, but when he did apply a little pressure you all but screamed, your walls clenching tightly around him as your second orgasm rocked through your body, leaving you spent and sprawled out on the vanity without the strength to support yourself. Your eyes found Charles’ in the mirror and you watched in awe as his thrusts became sloppier. He was making direct eye contact in the mirror, making an almost obscene amount of noise as he reached his own high.

He had to place a hand on your back to balance as he pulled out, before swiftly catching you and holding you close.

“Are you okay?” Charles was back, with a kiss pressed against your temple as he examined you carefully. You nodded weakly.

“Yeah, that was just….” you didn’t have the words.

“Intense,” he provided, and you agreed. Charles helped you back into the shower to clean up, and sat with you on the floor like it was nothing as he massaged your shampoo into your head. The soft kisses he placed along your exposed shoulder were not missed. Once you were clean and had managed to recover yourself he helped you to your feet and handed you one of the fluffy towels that was hanging off the back of the door. You watched as he dried himself off and pulled on the grey sweatpants from earlier.

“I would love to stay, but I have a government meeting with Erik sometime soon,” he admitted, an almost sheepish grin on his face. You nodded, understanding. The trouble with Charles was that you never had his complete attention, his mind was always somewhere esle, at least a little bit.

“That’s okay. I think I need a nap before lunch,” he chuckled and pulled you into him by your hip again, pressing another kiss to your temple.

“Good idea,”

You were about to reach for the door when Charles caught your arm and pulled you to him once more, his hand on the back of your neck as he captured you in an urgent kiss. If you hadn’t been so exhausted he could have had you ready and desperate for round two in a matter of minutes.

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Well then, I hope this makes up for the little absence between parts! And as per usual I want to thank everybody for their incredible patience with me <3

Not too much to say about this part. It was supposed to be a bit of a filler that I'd done half of ages ago and then got bogged down with uni work (what's new?) but when I came back to it this week it took on a life of its own and I just had to give Y.N what she wanted

As usual, feedback is always HUGELY appreciated!! And if you'd like to be on a Charles/Marvel/Forever taglist literally just let me know however you'd like

I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing this one

Rage and Love

Le Gremlin

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