It had been years since you had seen him last, since you moved away from New York state with your parents, but still, the boy with the bright, friendly blue eyes hadn’t left your mind.
One letter arrived, and it changed the course of your life - a letter, thirty so years onward, from that boy, asking you to come and join his school of ‘Gifted Youngsters’. Another blink and you were on the train back to Westchester County, excitement brewing inside of your stomach. He remembered you too - writing to you as if you were still a dear, dear friend.
You stepped off of the train once you were at the station, holding your luggage awkwardly in front of you - only one suitcase, all you really needed in this world, and looked around for those familiar eyes. It took you a moment before you settled on them, your old friend, sitting in a wheelchair, running a hand nervously through his hair. Someone was with him, his back to you, talking to Charles. “You look good, stop fussing.”
He looked a little embarrassed as he stared at you, realizing that you had overheard what his friend was saying, and there was no way that you could hide the small snicker that came out of you as you approached. “Yes, Charles, you look good,” You grinned, watching as his friend turned around and bashfully adjusted his glasses. “Incredible, in fact. You’ve still got those really intense eyes I remember.”
“Tell me more of what you remember,” Charles said playfully, making you shake your head as you moved in closer to bend down and give him a hug. He still smelt good, probably freshly showered, and you pressed a soft kiss upon his cheek.
“But that would take too long,” You said, backing up with a shy expression. Of course he turned out hot. He wasn’t settling with just being charming, he had the looks to back it up. “Let’s look forward, and you can tell me all about this school.”
"Vierge à l'Enfant" (détail) de Charles Nicolas Odiot en argent offerte par le Roi Charles X (1826) à l'exposition du "Trésor de Notre-Dame de Paris" dans l'ancienne sacristie, mai 2025.
Warnings: shower sex, nipple play, fingering, a small bit of riding, moaning, very very very mild dirty talk, a TON of pet names.
Note******: I don’t remember exactly how Charles behaved so like... he’s probably out of character I’m sorry
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"Charlie... Baby I'm all sweaty." You laughed, gently prying your lover off of you. You knew that you loved the attention he gave you, and he knew that too. He definitely knew it.
"Then come shower, darling." He whispered, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you both together.
You had been gone all day, away for work and you hadn't even gotten to sit down yet, you had left Charles in bed that morning with a quick goodbye kiss before heading out. He had texted you and you of course replied when you could but you both knew how stressful and chaotic your line of work could be.
"Mhm, I feel gross." You hummed, smiling at the brown haired man as he lifted you up with ease, hands catching under your butt as you wrapped your legs around his waist.
"You look gross." Charles joked with a laugh, wrinkling his nose as you gasped and gently hit his chest. "I'm joking, you're beautiful as always, perfection." He assured you as he set you on the floor in the bathroom. "I'll go get the towels and some spare clothes, you get the temperature right."
You just nodded, a calm smile playing at your lips as he left.
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"This is exactly what I needed." You practically moaned, the warm water hitting your back as you rested against Charles' chest.
You were suddenly pressed against the wall, a gentle hand holding you against the cool tile. Your eyes opened and you stared up into bright blue eyes that seemingly looked into your soul. The look alone sent shivers throughout your body and made goosebumps rise.
"I missed you so much today, I want nothing more than to touch you. If you'd allow it." Charles said softly, one of his hands grazing up your side while the other laid against the wall by your head.
You looked at the man, a smile creeping its way onto your face as you nodded. "I'd love that."
The moment you gave him consent he had you lifted against the wall, you were now about a head taller than him. He leaned against you and as you tipped your head back he kissed along your neck, you shivered against the touch and took a shaking breath.
As he kissed lower to your chest you could feel your body heating up, your breath was heavy as Charles made you feel incredible, barely even doing anything and you were desperate for him already.
"You're so good to me." You said quietly, you felt Charle's grin against your skin before he set you down and sat on the bench in the shower, pulling you to him and looking up at you.
"You are a work of art, astonishing and I cannot get enough of you."
He winked before attaching himself to you, his right hand grabbed your breast and simply held it, giving a gentle squeeze to the soft skin, feeling the way it moved in his hands and letting his thumb flick over the sensitive pink nipples.
His mouth had kissed along your breast before sucking the nipple between his lips, teeth grazed the skin there and his tongue rubbed over to soothe the feeling of the gentle bites.
You couldn't stop your trembling moan as he touched you, the feeling sent bolts of lightning throughout your body.
"You like that, huh?" He teased, switching his hand over to the other side and now sucking and nibbling on the other nipple.
You whined and ran your hands through his stupidly soft hair, gripping at the roots and tugging, but also pushing him closer. He huffed against your skin and his free hand roamed from your waist down to your hips, then slid down the front and between your legs to run his index finger through your core, pressing against your clit and smirking as you tipped your head back and pulled a bit harsher on his hair.
"I asked you a question, love. Answer me." He said quietly, pulling away and wiping his mouth, his other hand still between your legs.
"Mhm..." You nodded, your face red as you looked down at him, his eyes were determined as you looked at him.
His hand began to move slowly, his index finger rubbing slow circles against your clit. The stimulation felt divine as you rolled your hips into it.
"Talk to me, darling. You know I love hearing you voice those dirty little thoughts of yours." Xavier cooed, grinning cheerfully as he dipped his middle finger into your, pushing it all the way in and curling it forward to press at your g-spot. The feeling brought intense pleasure and made you moan, your eyes fluttering and one hand shooting out from gripping his shoulders to balancing yourself against the white tiles.
"You make me feel so good Charlie..." You whined, cheeks red with embarrassment as you spoke.
"Aw that's a good girl, you always do so well for me." Charles said quietly, kissing along your abdomen as he slid his ring finger in along with his middle, you now had two of his long fingers pressing against your g-spot.
Charles pleasured you, your hips jerked into his touch, then jerked away so you wouldn't cum quite yet. His pace was slow, he enjoyed taking his time to get a feel for exactly how you felt when he touched you.
"Charlie... Please..." You whimpered, your thighs ached from how tense they were.
Thankfully your lover had mercy and nodded, pulling his hand away from you and gesturing to his lap. "Come ride me darling, I love seeing you on top of me." He said with a charming smile.
You just nodded, climbing onto his thighs and positioning yourself over his length, it was red at the tip and leaking pre-cum already.
As you rolled your hips to a slow rhythm you could feel Charles thrust into you, urging you to speed up a bit more.
"Eager?" You teased, humming sweetly.
Charles laughed and stood up, one hand cupping under you before he pressed you to the wall, pinning you there and laughing.
"Well, what can I say? Every time you give yourself up to me I just feel so... honored to have that chance and I want to be able to have some fun with it and hear you scream for me." Charles laughed, before you could reply he shoved his fingers in your mouth, they had a bitter taste that definitely caught you off guard.
Before you could process that he pushed the fingers he was just using in you in your mouth he began thrusting, your body bouncing up the wall a bit as he let out a deep grunt.
You could only moan and let your head fall back, your eyes rolling back as Charles did everything just right to make you shake against him.
"You feel so good darling, so hot, so tight." He mumbled against you, his lips now attacking your neck again.
Charles leaned down and brought your nipple to his lips again, looking up at you and grinning like an idiot.
The intense feeling of him stretching you and filling you perfectly along with the sharp pleasure from him biting and sucking your obnoxiously sensitive nipple sent you over the edge in that very moment, your eyes squeezing shut and tears springing up as you trembled violently, your brain going completely blank. You could barely register Charles' loud moan as you squeezed him with a vice-like grip, you could feel him pulse, then felt his hips stutter against yours.
You could hardly register the noises you made but his were crystal clear as he emptied his load inside of you, he moaned beautifully as his eyes rolled back, mouth dropping open so he could say whatever he wanted and it all came fumbling out in a jumbled mess.
"Fuck... Beautiful, you. Love you, love your cunt. Feel so good. Did so good..."
You had come back to the present by now, your chest heaving as Charles laughed, reaching over to turn off the shower and gently lower you to your feet.
Only, you clung to him, legs squeezing his waist and arms wrapping around his neck.
"Baby, you have to let me go-" Charles laughed, you just whined and shook your head.
"Beautiful-" You shook your head.
"Princess-" You shook your head.
"We can dry off if you don't-" You still shook your head.
"Darling, I have to put you down. Otherwise I simply can't give you round two and I can't do that with you clinging to me like this."
You lifted your head, blushing and unraveling yourself from him.
"Cuddles and dinner first... Then we can think about another round..." You smiled, feeling as if you were walking on a cloud, your body felt so light.
Charles noticed your behavior, laughing a bit and shaking his head, you were ridiculous sometimes but he loved every minute of it.
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Imagine some PDA with Charles happening around the mansion.
Dinner was treated like a family affair here in Xavier’s School, so everyone gathered around in the dining room, food was set out for everyone to share, and the students could catch up with one another, and the teachers could overhear the gossip and add some of their own. But lately, the gossip wasn’t about who one student was dating or a fight that had happened on the grounds. It was about two of the staff. Charles Xavier - and you.
Meaning it had been public when you had taken hold of his hand walking down the hallway. Everyone had seen the way that his cheeks flushed ever so slightly, and how he had caressed the back of yours with his fingers, while still holding onto it. He looked like he didn’t want to let go.
Meaning it had been public when you slipped and fell onto his lap, and he had become so flustered, that he had just frozen completely. That he hadn’t been able to say or stammer anything out loud, and Charles not speaking was a rare thing indeed. It had been Logan that had come around the corner at that moment and helped lift you up - and him that had told a couple of people, who told a couple of people, who told the whole school.
Meaning it had been public when during the recent holiday season, you had been seen lingering in one of the corridors and conveniently stepping under the mistletoe when Charles wheeled through. And who were you to argue with tradition? And people had seen when his hand raised to press against your cheek, turning a Christmas peck into something more intimate.
And it made people wonder about the not-so public moments. About how if they’re willing to be this affectionate in front of others, what were they like behind closed doors?
They didn’t know how touch-starved Charles could be, and that his favorite time of the day was when you were there to comb through his hair in the morning. He was perfectly capable, he just liked the way that you did it. They didn’t know that sometimes you two would dance, with you sitting on his lap, and he would do some spins in that chair of his, and dream of being able to have a proper dance with you. And they would never know that you were more than happy with the dances that you did have, and you wouldn’t change your relationship for the world.
Imagine Charles Xavier going through your head when your ADHD is acting up.
You were having one really rough day today. Concentrating felt like an enormous accomplishment - for the couple of minutes that you were able to do it. Eventually, your notes dropped off into little doodles as your brain went right back to your current hyperfixation -
Greek Mythology.
There weren’t any classes about it here at Xavier’s School. But you had a couple of books that you bought in the city to peruse through when you had free time. Which of course turned into you reading them even when you didn’t have free time. It turned into your homework being half-finished with doodles of Medusa on the sides. It ended up in you turning in an essay that was supposed to be about genetics, but you made it about how the gorgons could easily have been mutants. Misunderstood.
You had your head on your hand, arm held up by your elbow, zoning out as you watched Professor Xavier talk.
‘If Demeter is the Goddess of Agriculture, does that mean that she’s responsible for pizza? She makes the grain for the dough, and the tomatos for the sauce...’
'What if Apollo is really Elvis? And he made himself get fat and die to direct any suspicion.’
‘Xavier kind of looks like he could be Zeus. Or - maybe Erik would be more likely. Maybe ... Professor Xavier would make a cute faun, little goat legs. Big ears. Now that would be-’
“Y/N?” Charles’s smooth voice came front and center, breaking through what you were saying. His blue eyes bore into yours. Instantly, you felt flush. Oh. He was probably reading you. Oh no.
“Yes, Professor?” You asked, trying to make yourself a little smaller in your chair.
“If you could focus on the lesson please, that would be ... goatly appreciated.”
