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(All Fics Below Are Smut, some contain multiple kinks other then the one listed)
Young!Charles Xavier
★ Clothed sex
★ Public sex (Exhibitionism)
★ Mirror sex
★ Pussy slapping
★ Jealous sex
★Mutual masturbation
★ Face sitting
★ Biting (Gn)
★Thigh riding (Ft Logan)
★ Ab riding
★ Angry/rough sex (Ft Erik)
★ Choking
★ 10/22 Suprise (will update when out)
Kinktober Day Ten - DOFP!Charles Xavier x Fem!Reader Jealous Sex
Smut
Kinktober Day Ten
Description: Charles Xavier was too busy wallowing in his own self-pity to fuck you. So naturally, you decide to flirt with Erik to make him rethink things.
Rating: 18+, minors DNI
Warnings: Smut, oral (m), degrading pet names (slut, whore), unprotected p in v, head pushing (into the bed), hand on neck, Charles is mean, mention of alcohol, weed (shotgunning)
A/N: Happy day 10! I love this one!! If mean!Charles Xavier isn't your thing, don't worry, we'll return to Softy/subby Charles tomorrow!
Charles had been spiraling for weeks. His mind was constantly fractured, the weight of his past mistakes hanging heavy on him. You understood his distance—he was grappling with the loss of so much, the guilt of abandoning his students, and the steady numbness that came with his overuse of alcohol. You didn’t want to add to his burdens, but his constant absence was starting to gnaw at you.
It had been too long since he touched you, since he sought you out with that burning need in his eyes. And so, when you noticed Erik's attention lingering on you during a conversation, you decided to push Charles just a little. You could feel the tension in the air whenever Erik was around, and you knew Charles’ jealousy would surface eventually. You wanted him to snap.
You flirted, just enough for Erik to notice. A brush of your fingers on his arm, a low laugh at one of his dry comments—nothing obvious, but enough for Charles to see. From across the room, you caught Charles’ darkening gaze. He had a glass of whiskey in his hand, and his eyes were fixated on the interaction, his expression stormy and unreadable.
When Erik leaned in closer, his lips brushing near your ear as he whispered, “Charles won’t like this,” you felt a thrill rush down your spine.
You didn’t respond, but you winked at Charles before excusing yourself and leaving the room. The second you left, you could feel the shift in the air—Charles’ presence was heavy, his mind latching onto yours. You knew he would follow.
It didn’t take long. You barely made it to the bedroom when you heard the door shut behind you, the lock clicking telepathically. Charles was standing there, leaning heavily against the doorframe, his eyes sharp despite the whiskey he'd consumed. His hair was tousled, his shirt slightly undone, and there was a tension in his posture you hadn’t seen in weeks.
“You think you’re clever, don’t you?” he asked, his voice low, slurred only slightly from the alcohol. He took a step toward you, his eyes never leaving yours.
“I don’t know what you mean,” you said coyly, knowing full well that he could read your thoughts, your intentions.
Charles’ eyes narrowed, and before you could say another word, he crossed the room with surprising speed. His hand shot out, gripping your chin roughly as he forced your gaze up to meet his. “You’re going to pretend now?” he muttered, his voice low and dangerous. “Flirting with Erik right in front of me like a fucking whore?”
The degrading tone sent a shiver through you, your stomach twisting with both guilt and desire. You had pushed him, and now you were going to face the consequences.
He pulled a small joint from his pocket, lighting it without a word. The rich scent of weed quickly filled the room as he took a long drag, his gaze never leaving yours.
He exhaled slowly, the smoke curling lazily in the air before he approached you with deliberate steps. His eyes were heavy-lidded, dangerous, as he drew closer.
“Charles—” you started, but he cut you off.
“On your knees,” he commanded sharply, his grip on your chin tightening.
Your heart raced as you slowly sank to the floor, your eyes locked with his the entire time. The rough dominance in his gaze was intoxicating, and you could feel your pulse quicken as his hand moved to undo his belt, the leather slipping through the loops with a soft hiss.
Once undone, he pulled his pants and boxers down just enough to free his erection, already hard and twitching from a mix of jealousy and pent-up frustration. He ran a hand through your hair, gathering it in a tight fist as he tilted your head up, forcing you to look at him.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered, his voice low, almost a growl.
You did as you were told, your lips parting as you stared up at him. He wasted no time, guiding himself to your mouth and pushing in roughly, filling you until you had to relax your throat to accommodate him.
“That’s it,” he muttered, his head falling back slightly as he began to thrust into your mouth. His hand stayed firm in your hair, holding you in place as he fucked your mouth with a pace that was unforgiving. “You’ve been acting like a fucking slut all night, dont go back on it now.”
The degradation stung, but it also sent a wave of heat between your legs. You hollowed your cheeks, letting him slide deeper as you tried to keep up with his rough thrusts. Every time you gagged or whimpered, he seemed to get even rougher, his grip in your hair tightening.
“Look at you,” he groaned, his voice rough with arousal. “So desperate to be put in your place. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
You could only hum around him, your hands gripping his thighs as he continued to use your mouth. His pace was brutal, and tears began to prick at the corners of your eyes as he pushed deeper, his cock hitting the back of your throat with each thrust.
“Good girl,” he rasped, his thumb brushing roughly over your cheek. “Take it like the whore you are.”
The praise, even laced with arrogance, made your body burn with need. You could feel yourself growing wetter with every passing second, the slick heat between your legs only growing as he fucked your mouth.
Just as you thought he might come, he pulled out of your mouth suddenly, leaving you gasping for breath as he stood over you, chest heaving.
He took another deep drag of the joint, leaning down toward you. His hand gripped your chin, holding you still as he exhaled directly into your mouth, the smoke flowing between your parted lips. The sensation was intoxicating—intimate in a way that made your pulse race. The taste of him, mixed with the burn of the smoke, left you lightheaded.
Before you could catch your breath, Charles closed the small distance between you, his mouth crashing down on yours in a messy, heated kiss. It was sloppy, his lips rough as he claimed you with a bruising intensity. The taste of weed lingered between you, mingling with the desperation in his kiss as his tongue swept past your lips, exploring your mouth with possessive urgency.
You moaned into the kiss, your hands gripping his shirt as he pressed you back against the bed, his body pinning yours down. The kiss was all-consuming, the taste of smoke and whiskey thick on his tongue as he devoured you. His teeth grazed your bottom lip, tugging it roughly before he pulled back just enough to speak.
“Get on the bed,” he growled, his voice low and commanding.
You scrambled up onto the mattress, your body trembling with anticipation. The second you were positioned, Charles was on you, yanking your legs apart with a bruising grip. He didn’t bother with foreplay, didn’t tease or prepare you—he was past the point of control. You could feel the heat radiating from him as he positioned himself at your entrance, his eyes dark with desire.
Without warning, he slammed into you, burying himself deep inside you in one brutal thrust. You cried out, your back arching off the bed as he set a punishing pace. There was no gentleness, no care in his movements—just raw, animalistic need as he fucked you hard and fast.
“Is this what you wanted?” he snarled, his hand coming up to wrap around your throat as he thrust into you. “Did you want me to fuck you like the slut you are?”
You gasped, your hands clawing at his arms as he tightened his grip just enough to make you dizzy. The mix of roughness and degradation sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body, and you moaned as he continued to pound into you.
“You’re mine,” he growled, his voice ragged with arousal. “Not Erik’s, not anyone’s. Do you understand?”
You nodded frantically, your head swimming with the combination of his grip on your throat and the relentless pace of his hips slamming into yours. With one sudden movement, he flipped you onto your knees, readjusting himself to pound into you from behind.
His hand pressed against the back of your head, forcing your face down into the mattress as he continued his brutal pace. “This is what you wanted, yes?” he growled, his voice barely audible over the sound of his hips slamming against yours. “You wanted me to fuck you like a filthy little whore.”
You tried to nod, your hands clawing at the sheets as he pushed you deeper into the bed, his weight keeping you pinned down. His cock hit deep with every thrust, the angle driving you mad as you moaned into the mattress, barely able to think.
“Look at you,” he sneered, tightening his grip on the back of your neck. “So fucking desperate to be fucked that you’d flirt with Erik just to get my attention.”
The roughness of his words, paired with the relentless rhythm of his hips, had you on the edge in no time. His cock filled you perfectly, every thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body as he took you mercilessly.
“Say it,” he demanded, his grip tightening slightly. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” you gasped out, barely able to form the words.
“That’s right,” he growled, his lips brushing against your ear. “Only mine. You don’t get to act like a fucking whore with anyone else.”
He released his grip on your head, letting you breathe as he drove into you harder, his pace becoming erratic. You could feel yourself spiraling toward the edge, the pleasure building inside you like a tidal wave.
“Charles, please—” you begged, your body trembling beneath him.
“Cum for me,” he ordered, his voice low and dangerous. “Now.”
With a final thrust, your body shattered, pleasure exploding through you as you came hard around him. You cried out, your nails digging into his back as you rode the waves of your orgasm.
Charles wasn’t far behind. With a low growl, he buried himself deep inside you one last time, spilling into you with a shudder. His body collapsed on top of yours, his breath ragged in your ear.
For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of your breathing, the heavy silence settling around you both. Then, slowly, Charles lifted his head to look at you, his expression softening just slightly as his hand brushed over your cheek.
“You’re mine,” he murmured, his voice quiet now, but still filled with possessiveness. “And don’t you forget it."
The whole night had been building toward this—flirtations, teasing touches, and shared glances that spoke volumes. Now, as you stood at the edge of Charles’ bed, your heart raced with anticipation. His gaze was locked on you, eyes dark with desire.
“Come here,” he said, voice low and full of promise. You stepped forward, and his hands slid up the backs of your thighs, the sensation sending shivers up your spine.
His grip tightened, pulling you closer to him. He looked up, meeting your eyes with a heated stare before murmuring, “Let me taste you.”
The rawness of his request sent a pulse of heat straight through your body. Your breath hitched as you nodded, heart pounding in your chest. Charles’ hands guided you as you moved to straddle his face, your knees pressing into the bed on either side of his head. You hovered above him for a second, uncertain.
“You don’t have to hold back, darling” he breathed, his lips brushing the inside of your thigh. “Sit.”
With his hands urging you down, you finally lowered yourself, feeling the warmth of his breath on your most sensitive spot. The second his mouth made contact, your head fell back, and you let out a sharp gasp. His tongue worked skillfully, parting your folds, tasting you with slow, deliberate strokes.
You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips as you rocked your hips gently against his mouth. Charles groaned in response, the vibrations of his voice making your entire body tremble. His hands gripped your hips firmly, guiding your movements as you rode his face.
“God, Charles…” you gasped, your hands tangling in his hair as you ground yourself against his mouth. He responded with a deep, satisfied hum, his tongue working relentlessly, flicking over your clit with just the right amount of pressure.
His moans grew louder as you pressed yourself down harder, clearly loving every second of this as much as you were. His lips, his tongue, every movement of his mouth was driving you closer to the edge.
“Fuck, it feels so good,” you whimpered, your voice shaky as the pleasure built, the heat in your core tightening with every pass of his tongue. Charles’ grip on you tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pulled you down even harder, making sure you didn’t hold anything back.
Your thighs trembled on either side of his head, your hips moving faster now, desperate for release. Charles was relentless, groaning against you as he licked and sucked at your clit, his moans sending vibrations through you.
“Don’t stop,” you gasped, rocking harder against his face. His tongue was merciless, and your whole body was on fire. You could feel your orgasm approaching, the heat inside you coiling tighter and tighter.
Charles groaned again, and the vibration pushed you over the edge. With one final grind of your hips, the tension snapped, and pleasure flooded your senses. You cried out, your body convulsing as you came hard, your hips bucking against his face as you rode out the waves of your orgasm.
But Charles wasn’t done. Even as you came, his mouth didn’t stop. He continued to lick and suck, his moans vibrating against your sensitive skin as he drew out your pleasure, making your body shudder with overstimulation.
“Charles…” you gasped, voice trembling. “I can’t—”
He growled beneath you, a low sound that sent a jolt through your body. He wasn’t letting up, his hands gripping your hips tighter as his tongue worked faster, sending you spiraling into another orgasm before you could even catch your breath.
You were a trembling, quivering mess by the time you finally pulled away, gasping for air, your body still shaking from the intensity of it all.
Charles looked up at you, his lips glistening, his eyes dark with lust. “You taste incredible,” he rasped, voice thick with arousal. He sat up, his hands sliding up your back as he pulled you in for a heated kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips, the kiss hot and messy, filled with all the desire that still lingered between you.
He pulled back just enough to whisper, “I’m not done with you yet.”
Your breath caught in your throat as he gently flipped you onto your stomach, positioning himself behind you. “I want you on top of me,” he said, his voice a little rougher now. “I want to watch you ride me.”
Your heart pounded as you crawled over him, positioning yourself above his hips. With a soft moan, you guided him inside you, sinking down slowly, feeling him stretch and fill you completely. Charles let out a low groan, his hands finding your hips as you began to move.
You set a steady rhythm, rocking your hips against him, your back arched as you leaned forward, hands on his thighs for balance. Charles’ fingers dug into your skin, and his own hips bucked up into you, desperate for more.
“Just like that,” he groaned, his voice hoarse. “You feel so good, love.”
Your pace quickened, each roll of your hips sending sparks of pleasure through both of you. You could feel him throbbing inside you, his moans growing louder as you moved faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
With one hand, you reached back, tangling your fingers in his hair as you ground harder against him, pushing yourself closer to the edge once more. Charles let out a low, desperate moan at the sensation, his hands gripping your hips even tighter.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his head thrown back as you rode him. “I’m close.”
You were too. The angle, the friction, the way he filled you so perfectly—it was all too much. Your hips moved faster, more erratic, chasing your release as you felt him pulsing inside you.
“Charles… I’m gonna come,” you gasped, your voice breathless.
His grip tightened, and with a few more hard thrusts, the tension snapped once again. You cried out as your orgasm tore through you, your whole body trembling with the intensity of it. Charles groaned loudly beneath you, his hips bucking up into you as he came, spilling inside of you.
For a moment, neither of you moved, both of you catching your breath as the aftershocks of your orgasms slowly faded. Finally, you collapsed onto the bed beside him, spent and trembling from the intensity of it all.
Charles pulled you close, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “You were incredible,” he murmured, his voice soft but full of affection.
You smiled, still breathless, as you snuggled into him.
Your mother promised her firstborn to a demon. Your father promised his to a fae. And while you still live with your parents, you have some very unusual aunts/uncles.
