Charles Xavier- Lip Gloss (request)

simplytrenchcoats:

Request: 
Can I request a one shot where the reader is wearing a flavoured lip gloss and Charles is like “your lips taste really good? What is that?” And now he makes her wear it every day and it’s just cute? Thank u

Okay so I struggled to start with and then got really carried away and a bit fluffy. I don’t know what came over me but I got a bit kiss obsessed in this and I hope that’s okay.

~Much love, Ive

You sat in front of the mirror and sighed. You were going out with Charles in about an hour and you looked a mess. Your hair was still the exact same as it was when you’d woken up and your sweatshirt definitely wasn’t dinner wear attire. You ran a brush though you hair and pinned it out of the way as you smeared foundation over your face and whipped on some eyeliner, which actually took a few goes and a fair bit of stress. You let your hair fall out of the pins and it was sitting weirdly so you just clipped half of it back since you didn’t have time to do anything else after the eyeliner incident. Then was the dilemma of what you were going to wear. By the time you’d settled on a royal blue dress your entire floor was covered in the content of your wardrobe. Instead of picking it up you looked at the time realising you were going to be late if you didn’t get a move on. You shoved a few things into your bag and pulled on a pair of shoes. Just as you were leaving your room you remembered that you hadn’t put anything on your lips so you quickly grabbed some lipgloss off the dresser and applied it best you could before slipping it into your bag and hurrying down the mansion stairs.

“I almost thought you weren’t coming. I was about to come and check on you.” Charles smiled up at you from the bottom of the stairs. “You look lovely by the way.” You grunted in reply not quite feeling like you did, your makeup was rushed and you were certain you should’ve gone with the red dress instead. Charles laughed at your grunt. As you reached the bottom stair he leaned up to kiss you and reassure you that you looked beautiful. Charles pulled away faster than you thought and had one eye closed, his expression unreadable.

“What’s wrong?” You asked panicking.

“Your lips taste really good. What is that?” This time you laughed a little, in a sort of awkward way.

“Its my lip gloss.”

“What flavour is it? Its nice.” He ran his fingers through is hair.

“Keep kissing maybe you can guess.” You said so smoothly you shocked yourself. Charles didn’t skip a beat before pressing his lips to yours.

“Strawberry?” He guessed.

“No.” You said giggling. He kissed you again.

“Raspberry?”

“Nope.” You giggled again and he went back to kissing you.

“Grape?”

“Not even close!” So he went back to kissing you.

“Lemon?”

“You’re not even trying anymore are you?”

“I am.” He insisted and kissed you again, “Okay, is it passionfruit?”

“No! Do you give up?” You challenged.

“Why would I give up? The minute I say it’s cherry I don’t have an excise to kiss you anymore.” You gasped, although it was more for show because you’d figured he’d known a while ago but you weren’t going to complain.