X-Men Oneshots

First time for everything (Kurt Wagner)

Dating Kurt was like living in a world of endless wonder. Every day felt like a new adventure with him—his infectious laughter, his gentle soul, and the way he looked at me as if I were the most precious thing in the world. His deep golden eyes, set against his unique indigo skin, radiated warmth and love, and his kindness never wavered. He wasn't just my boyfriend; he was my best friend, my confidant, and the person who had brought color into my world.

I never thought I'd fall for someone so different from anyone I'd ever known, but Kurt was special. From the moment I first saw him at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, I was drawn to him. His teleportation powers were impressive, sure, but it was his heart that truly captivated me. There was a softness about him, an innocence that belied the struggles he had endured. Despite all the pain and rejection he had faced in life, Kurt never lost his faith in people.

We had been dating for a few months now, and in that time, I had learned more about love and happiness than I ever thought possible. Kurt was the embodiment of kindness, always looking out for me, always making me laugh with his mischievous pranks and gentle teasing. I could barely remember a time before him—before us. But as much as I cherished him, there was one thing I hadn't told him.

I had never dated anyone before Kurt.

It wasn't that I didn't want to tell him. It just felt... embarrassing, almost. Most people my age had already experienced their first relationships, had gone on dates, had learned the ins and outs of love. But not me. I had always been shy, reserved when it came to romantic matters, never quite sure how to navigate that world. And by the time I had figured myself out enough to want to date, Kurt had walked into my life and made everything fall into place.

But the more time we spent together, the more I realized that my inexperience was starting to weigh on me. I worried that I wasn't doing things "right," that maybe Kurt would notice how awkward I sometimes felt, or worse—that he'd be disappointed.

One evening, Kurt and I were sitting together on the roof of the mansion, his favorite place to watch the stars. The night was clear, and the air cool. He had his tail wrapped around my waist protectively, his arm draped over my shoulder, as we lay back on a blanket. The world felt quiet and peaceful, like nothing could touch us up here.

I turned my head to look at him, his features soft and content as he gazed up at the sky. "What are you thinking about?" I asked, curiosity creeping into my voice.

"Just how lucky I am," Kurt said softly, a playful smile spreading across his face. He turned to meet my eyes, and I felt my heart skip a beat. "I still can't believe that you are mine."

His words, as always, made me feel like I was floating. I blushed, looking down at my hands. I wanted to tell him the truth, but the words got stuck in my throat. How could I admit to him that he was my first? Would he think I was inexperienced? Naïve?

He must have noticed my sudden change in mood because his expression softened even more. "Liebe," he said gently, using his favorite term of endearment for me, "what's on your mind?"

I bit my lip, feeling my nerves kick in. "There's something I haven't told you," I said, my voice small.

Kurt's tail unwrapped itself from my waist as he shifted to sit up, concern immediately flashing across his face. "What is it? You can tell me anything."

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. "I... I've never dated anyone before you."

For a moment, there was silence. My stomach churned with anxiety as I waited for his response, terrified of what he might say. But when I finally dared to look up at him, I found him gazing at me with an expression of pure tenderness.