First Kiss- Warren x Reader
Request//anon: Xmen prequel imagine where reader is in the friend group with Scott, jean and etc and one night they’re hanging out and talking about things and they start talking about first kisses and reader quickly makes up an excuse to leave the room because she hasn’t kissed anyone before and no one knows except warren, so warren follows her out of the room and they kiss and are all cute???
“Okay, but first kisses,” Jean says laughing while reaching for another slice of pizza.
“What about them?” Scott arched an eyebrow under his glasses.
“Ya know, when, where, who,” she drags out the last one, smirking,
“the juicy stuff,” Jubilee adds, with a bubbly laugh.
You, Jean, Scott, Kurt, Jubilee, and Warren, were all seated in the very back of the X mansion library, up way past curfew, slowly working your way through two x-large pizzas, and just about every topic of conversation. It was nights like this you lived for, when things seemed perfectly normal, when you could of been mistaken as regular students, not mutants having to cope with the stress of a mission or assignment.
“I’ll go first, then we can go around the rest of the circle and everyone can say,” Jean smiled. You shifted uncomfortably at the sudden change of topics, fiddling with the worn out lace on your shoe. Your gaze was directed at the floor so you didn’t notice Warren watching you carefully. The truth was you hadn’t had your first kiss yet. It wasn’t a huge deal, but you were still a tad embarrassed. You wanted it to happen, it just hadn’t yet, and not with the right person.
“Hey I’ll go grab us some more pop,” you suddenly said, pushing yourself off the floor to stand.
“Alright thanks,” Scott grinned without a second thought, as Jean dove into her story. You turned on your heel and made your way the the kitchen, exhaling a long breath of relief, since you got out just before letting everyone know you’d never been kissed.
You opened the stainless steel fridge once you arrived in the kitchen, fishing a few old cans of soda out of the back. You then hopped on the counter, cracking open a can for yourself, deciding you should wait a bit before reentering the library, just to make sure they had changed topics.
You were sipping on your drink and absentmindedly swinging your feet against the cupboards when a sudden voice pulled you from your thoughts.
“Hey,” you looked up to see Warren.
“Hi,” you smiled “why aren’t you back in there dishing out some great stories?”
“Just needed to stretch my legs,” he shrugged, walking over to you.
“So what’s your great first kiss story?” You asked with a laugh.
“Nothing great,” he reached for a can of soda resting by you, “just a girl I used to know.” You nodded at his words unsure how to respond. He was the only one of all your friends who knew you hadn’t had your first kiss yet. You’d let it slip to him a long time ago while talking. He was super cool about it, not teasing you in the slightest. He took a drink before setting the can down again. “You know this topics gonna come up again, it’s just a matter of time,” he faced you.
“I know,” you groaned in reply, shaking your head, “don’t remind me, it’s so embarrassing.”
“Hey no,” he corrected you, “it’s totally cool, but if you do want a story, ya know, well…” his voice trailed off and you could see a touch a redness creeping onto his cheeks. You suddenly caught onto his words, and bit your lip, holding back a smile. You hopped off the counter, facing him. He smiled brightly, reaching up the push back a piece of your hair, and began leaning in,
“okay wait-” you stopped him.
“What’s wrong, are you okay?” he looked honestly concerned.
“Ya it’s just, well, what if I’m a shitty kisser?” You shuffled your feet.
“(Y/N),” he laughed, “I can promise you won’t be.”
“Okay, okay,” you chewed your lip for a moment nervously, then quickly leaned into Warren, your lips touching his. He kissed you back instantly, wrapping his hands around your waist, gently pulling you closer. It seemed to last forever, but was honestly just a few seconds before you broke apart.
“Wow,” he said, taken back.
“What? was it bad? I knew it-”
“No,” he stopped you, “it was good, really good,” he gave your hand, which you didn’t even realize he was holding, a light squeeze. You felt your cheeks grow warm.
“S-should we rejoin the party?” You finally said, it still felt like your heart was racing.
“In a minuet, it’s nice out here too,” he replied, smiling. You had to agree with that. A story, great pizza, decent soda, and a first kiss, it was nights like this you lived for, the normal ones, the simple ones.