hi everyone! writing and posting on here is a remedy for my little obsessions and fixations (aka logan howlett and x-men). writing and fics are a little slower recently as iâve been very busy but i love to post when i have the chance!đđâïž
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who am i currently writing for?
not really anyone/anything rn!!
what am i currently writing?
; smut
; suggestive content
; fluff
; oneshots, fics, imagines
; fem!reader
; any requests/asks/suggestions (as long as they fit what & who i want to write)
the show was also really fun. he was so funny and also uplifting as hell?? literally showed so much appreciation for all of his team, the band, dancers, backup singers, and also for those who came to watch! just a positive guy all around, i can confirm!â€ïž
but i had to come on and say i have a new obsession and itâs The Pitt, specifically dennis fucking whitaker WOW and let me say there is a criminal lack of fics written about him rn like i needddd smut of that man in an insane way
when i was at the fair the other night i saw one of those mechanical bull riding things and then i couldnât stop thinking about a scenario between logan and reader where theyâre both at a bar and heâs watching her while sheâs riding the bull and she notices and is lowkey getting off on it anddd yeah
!includes!: primal!logan, heavy on the breeding kink, kinda sorta dubious consent, older!logan with younger!reader(LEGAL!!!), lumberjack farmer logan with his boss's daughter
wc: 1,040
a/n: naturally, the first fic that ive written after being busy asf and not being able to write would be a lumberjack logan breeding kink smut. sorry not sorryđalso i definitely did not proofread this
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His eyes followed you as you made your way up from the pond that was on the many acres of land that your family owned. They selfishly drank in your half-naked body in that tiny little red and white checkered bikini you adorned. He cursed under his breath when your hands grasped the middle of your bathing suit top in fists, an attempt you made at wringing out the dripping water from your previous evening swim.Â
Logan knew it was wrong. There was an underlying guilt that laced his perverted thoughts while he fantasized about you, his bossâs daughter. Such a young, sweet thing, you were. Always offering him a glass of iced tea when you knew he had a hot, grueling day at work out on your fatherâs farm. Even sweeter when you decided to graciously bless his eyes and traipse about in barely nothing but a skimpy little bikini that he knew you wore just for him.
That guilt was pushed far away and forgotten in the back of his mind when your family was out of town and he was able to take you in your bed, any trace of innocence left in the farmerâs daughter stolen. It had become routine for the two of you, like second nature; when your parents left town to get things sorted out for work, he was finally able to have you like he always daydreamed about while enduring a hard days work on the farm.
This was one of those days and you made it clear with the obvious show you had put on for him as you finished your swim. And thatâs why he now had you pinned in your bed, bikini long forgotten on your bedroom floor.Â
âTryinâ to distract me by wearing close to nothing while Iâm working?,â he accused while thrusting you into your bed, your body rocking up and down against the sheets with each unforgiving snap of his hips. Loganâs voice was a low, husky growl next to your ear and you whimpered, legs wrapping around his waist in attempt to somehow be even closer than you already were. âNeeded me to fuck you so bad you had to put on a little show in that skimpy little bikini of yours, huh Bub?â
His degrading yet sultry words made your pussy clench around his cock, eyes rolling back into your head. âYes I- oh god, right there!- needed you to fuck me,â you whined and cried out incoherently. Your inability to even form a full sentence only deepened his desire to defile you, to make you his. His teeth nipped at the tender skin below your jaw and he sucked there, earning a sharp yelp from you. You knew that would leave a mark that youâd have to lie and cover up to your parents when they returned home, keeping you and Loganâs dirty little secret safe and hidden away.Â
âLooked real pretty,â he drawled against your skin, the compliment an antithesis to his previous degrading comments. âPrettier like this, though.â He propped himself up with one arm to take in the site of you writhing beneath him, tears of pleasure and pain threatening to escape the corners of your eyes. Loganâs praise made your orgasm build up in your belly and he sensed it as your pussy choked his thick cock. His other hand slid between your bodies and pressed on your lower abdomen while he thrusted up into you and hit that sweet little spot deep inside of you that you were convinced only he could reach. You cried out and fell undone beneath him, your nails raking down his back leaving angry red marks that healed over and disappeared as quick as they were made. âThatâs it, just like that princess.â He planted sloppy kisses along your jaw and neck as you rode out that heavenly high of your orgasm.Â
With you still shaking from pleasure and overstimulation, Logan swiftly flipped you over so that you were face down and yanked your hips up to meet his where he sunk inside of you again, making you cry out his name. Your fingers dug into the bedsheets while he chased his own orgasm, the world nothing but a blur around you. The sounds that filled your room were nothing but filthy as his his slapped against your ass and your former orgasm made obvious with the wet noises that came from your pussy with each thrust.Â
âIâm gonna fill this sweet little pussy up, yâgot that?â He grunted as he drove himself into you from behind, strong fingers digging into the plush of your hips.Â
âLogan-,â you struggled to speak, interrupted by your own moans. âNot on the pill.â
A low groan erupted from him at your words. That primal urge that he harbored deep down stirred, the risk and control that came with impregnating you taking over all of his senses. He did not slow down or pull out like you expected him to, rather he increased his intensity and used one hand to keep your face buried in the mattress. âDonât care,â he growled. âThatâs better for what Iâm about to do to you.â
âWait!-â
You were cut off by a loud groan and the warm feeling of his seed spilling inside of you. You broke down beneath him and moaned into the sheets, the dirty feeling of his cum filling your pussy erasing any worry you had. Logan continued to drive his cock inside of you, the head of it slamming angrily against your cervix in attempt to push his cum as deep as possible. You rocked your hips back against him and yelped as you pushed him even deeper, blinded by your own lust and need for him. He thrust himself into you one last time before slipping out of you, only to replace his cock with two fingers, pushing any cum that leaked out of your sore hole back inside of you, making you twitch at overstimulation.Â
Finally, Logan removed his fingers and collapsed next to you, pulling you in. He brought his hand to your mouth and parted your lips with his fingers, letting you taste the mixture of yourselves that glistened on them. âAtta girl."
hi!! i definitely am still open to requests and i still check them but my workload for college has been insufferable lately as well as my actual job. i havenât had much time or motivation to squeeze writing in but i rly rly miss it and i plan on trying to get back into it while iâm balancing out everything else!! thank you sm for askingđso, send in requests if youâd like, i promise i will see them and try to get around to it at some point!
this is not proofread at all, i just couldnât get domestic lumberjack husband logan and a breeding kink out of my head.
SMUT BELOW THE CUT!
You had just finished dinner, the table set nicely for two, when you heard the front door open followed shortly by the familiar sound of your husband's boots being kicked off. A smile subconsciously crept across your face. You had been married to Logan for almost two years now and you still got butterflies around him.
The smell of supper drew him into the kitchen and he found you there, leaning against the kitchen table with your hands crossed over your chest.
"Dinner looks good," Logan drawled. His eyes flicked from the table to you, raking down your body. His lingering gaze made your cheeks heat up. You loved the sight of him right after work, his tousled dark hair and worn flannel the picture of domesticity.
"Yeah? Tried a new recipe," you said with a hint of pride in your voice. He closed the space between the two of you and wrapped you up in his strong arms, your head buried in the soft cotton of his white tank top. The scent of cigar smoke and lumber flooded your nose and you sighed. "How was work?"
"It was good," he said as he planted a kiss on the top of your head. "Thought about you all day." His hands slid down your back and stopped when they met the curve of your ass.
"Logan!," you giggled. He was always hungry for you after work. In fact, he was hungry for you anytime. Before work, during, after. Your breath hitched as he moved his lips to your neck, planting soft kisses below your ear. "Been thinking about making love to you all day princess." A sudden nip at your soft flesh earned a short moan from you, much to Logan's delight. This further encouraged him and he hooked his thumbs in the waist of your jeans, pulling them down.
"What about dinner-"
"Dinner can wait."
In a matter of seconds, Logan had you naked, clearing a spot on the table. Lately, the two of you went at it like animals. You had both talked about having kids and decided you might as well start trying now.
And try, you did.
You were now bent over the table, your thighs already coated from how wet he had you. Behind you, Logan palmed at your ass and took a deep breath in through his nose. He groaned and dug his fingers into your hips as he smelt how fertile you were. "Perfect time for what I'm about to do to you," he grunted as you heard the unbuckling of his belt, followed by the clang of metal on the tile floor.
You wriggled below him impatiently, almost drooling with anticipation. "Please, Lo. Need you now."
His grip on your hips tightened and steadied you. "Patient, sweetheart. I'll give it to you."
A whine left your lips as you felt the swollen head of his cock spread your folds. You rocked your hips back, forcing him in a little further.
"Want it that bad, huh?"
"Fuck, yes Logan," you gasped.
Not able to restrain himself any longer, Logan pushed himself inside of you, stretching your cunt around his thick length. His hips pressed flush against your ass as he bottomed out inside of you. His head fell back with a low groan as he felt his tip make contact with your cervix. "God, this pussy is fucking perfect."
Dinner was now long forgotten.
He drew himself fully back out before sinking back inside of you. You were so horny, another sign that you were at your most fertile time of the month. And Logan knew that.
He gradually picked up his pace behind you and fell into rhythm. It wasn't long before he began losing control of himself, the smell of your heat and your pathetic moans awakening that animalistic urge inside of him. He pounded himself into you, your body rocking against the table with every thrust.
"Oh! Oh, Logan!" Your fingers scratched desperately at the table, trying to find some sort of leverage as he drilled into you from behind. With one hand still gripping your hip to hold you in place, the other settled on top of one of yours, your fingers tangling. You felt his heavy stature above you as his firm stomach pressed against your back. His lips grazed your ear as he coaxed you, his pace unfaltering and unforgiving. But somehow, it was so loving. So passionate.
"I'm gonna fuck a baby into this little pussy," he husked. "Gonna get you pregnant."
His words made your stomach turn and heat up. "Please, Logan," you struggled to get out with a loud moan. "Wanna have your baby."
Logan was blinded by his urges. He fucked you harder than he ever had before, his balls slapping angrily against your clit with each thrust.
"Oh, fuck-"
You couldn't even manage to get the words out before you were cumming around his dick, writhing below him. You squirmed as he continued through your orgasm and overstimulation took over your body. He felt you moving and gripped the pillowy skin of your ass to steady you, to prevent you from getting out from under him.
"Gotta fuck my cum into you first doll."
His words made you clench around him and he was a mess of deep groans and gasps. You felt his dick twitch inside of you and you knew he was about to cum. Somehow, his pace quickened and he pushed deeper inside of you.
"Stay still."
His teeth sunk into the flesh of your neck as he came inside of you, the thick, warm ropes of his cum coating your walls white. A low, guttural growl escaped his throat as he fucked his seed inside you, pushing it as deep as he could, determined to leave himself as deep as possible. You shook below him and cried out his name. He slammed into you one final time, most definitely bruising your cervix.
His still-hard cock sat inside of you as he panted, drops of sweat falling on your body and mixing with yours. You went limp below him, a fucked out smile on your face. You were so fucking full of him. His thumb rubbed gentle circles on your hip and he kissed your temple.
A/N: Hey guys!! So sorry this took so long. Here is the secret relationship/breeding kink fic. I honestly really like this one...and I hope you guys do too. Was listening to "Juna" by Clairo while writing it, but went with "My Girl" for the title. ENJOY!
Summary: You and Logan have been in a secret relationship for months, but everything comes to a head when a new mutant visits the Institute, and won't leave you alone...Logan shows him, and you, who your man is.
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!!! SMUT!!! Thigh riding, Fingering, Unprotected PIV (wrap it up!), breeding kink, praise kink, possessive!Logan, jealous!Logan, unspecified/implied!Age Gap, established relationship, creepy!OC who hits on reader and doesn't lay off, minor violence, afab!/fem!reader, fluff/feelings, cursing, def some grammatical errors, I think that's it?
Word Count: 5,313 this is why it took so long also, smut right under the cut...
You remember the first time he fucked you, vividly.Â
It was late at night, after a mission. You almost died in his arms. And that was what broke that thing inside him, the burden of time that he carries, that deep-seated pain that made it justifiable to stay away from you. He had held back for so longâhad done his all to resist falling for you. He was screwed from the beginning, and he knew that. But he had become so terrified at the thought of losing you that he hadnât realized it could happen all the same if he stayed awayâif he forced himself to remain a friend.Â
So, when he fucked you that first time, that first night, he fucked you like itâd be the lastâthe only time.Â
âGoddammit, so fucking perfect,â he mumbled, his lips bruising yours, shoving himself deep insideâas deep as you could take him. âNeeded you this whole time. Canât live without you.â
âLogan,â you whined, his hips snapping against yours. âD-donât stop, please.â
âNever gonna stop, pretty girl,â he promised. âCanât go back. Canât be anywhere but here.â
For months now, youâve been togetherâbut nobody knows. Thereâs no doubt about commitmentânothing casual about the relationship in the slightest. You start and end every day in Loganâs bed. Youâve talked about running off together, getting married, and settling down. For the first time in his long life, Logan sees a future where heâs happyâgenuinely happy.Â
The sun peaks through the curtains. You curl yourself into Loganâs chest. His arms are wrapped around your back, holding you tight against him, even in his sleep. You listen to his breathing as the fall breeze creeps through the open window. Everything is calm and quiet in the morning, when everyone is still tucked away in their bedrooms, sound asleep.Â
Logan groans, tugging you closer to him, nuzzling his face into your neck. âGo back to sleep.â His voice is heavy, laden with exhaustion. âToo early.â He kisses the spot just under your ear, and you moan involuntarily, feeling extra sensitive in the haze of the morning. He smiles softly against your neck, and kisses you again, his teeth grazing your skin. You moan louder this time, intertwining your legs with Loganâs. âLove those pretty little noises you make.â
âFeels good,â you murmur, his thigh slotting between your legs, pressing against your core. You canât help but grind down on his thigh, rocking your hips back and forth. âNeed you, Lo,â you beg.Â
âYouâre gonna ruin me,â Logan husks, his palms warm against your bare skin as he slips underneath your shirtâwhich is really his.Â
Heâs slow in the morning, pressing soft kisses on your bare shoulders, letting his touch linger longer than normal. He likes the peace of it allâwaking up to each other, smelling you next to him, feeling the other side of his bed warm and full of you. When he fucks you, early like this, he takes his time.Â
His fingertips trace the curves of your stomach, falling into your dips, gripping your flesh. Logan breathes you in, his lips softly melting into yours. âStill too early?â You mumble between soft, lazy kisses.Â
âNever too early to want you,â Logan husks, dragging his thigh against your core again. âAlways need you.â You can feel his erection through his boxers. âGonna take care of my girl. Gonna make youââ
Thereâs a knock at the door. âLogan?â Itâs Scottâs voice on the other side. He knocks again. âLogan, you in there?â
Logan tries to ignore him, his fingertips dragging down your sides, bumping into the hem of your panties as he trails wet, open-mouthed kisses down the hollow of your throat. You let out a breathy moan as Logan bites down on your pulse point. He smiles under your jaw at the soft sound, content that you canât hold back.Â
âLogan,â you whisper, running your hands up his arms, to his shoulders, your fingertips finding the nape of his neck. âHeâs not gonna stop.â
Sure enough, Scott knocks again. âLogan, I know youâre in there,â he calls, banging on the door now. âWake up. We have some tech guy on his way.âÂ
Logan groans into your neck. âWhy do you need me, Summers?â Logan licks your collarbone teasingly, hiking your t-shirt farther up your body.Â
âHeâsâŠa mutant,â Scott explains. âHe can speak with machines, computers, codeâyou name it, he can do it. Heâs gonna fix some stuff around the mansion. Charles asked me to make sure youâre awake just in caseâŠâ Scott trails off.
Logan finishes Scottâs sentence. âIn case everything goes to shit?âÂ
âI wasnât going to say that,â Scott huffs, likely shaking his head on the other side of the door. âBut yes. In case things donât go as planned. Iâm also looking forâ"
But Logan cuts Scott off, saying your name for him.Â
âYeah, I canât find her. Do you know where she mightââ
âOn a run,â Logan chimes in, and you suppress your laughter by pressing your face into his chest. âSheâll be back soon.â Loganâs arms wrap around your back, holding you against him.Â
âAlright,â Scott says, shuffling, slowly stepping away from the door. âIf you see her, let her know whatâs going on, okay?â
âTrust me bub,â Logan husks, his fingers digging into your flesh, tickling you. âIâll make sure she knows.âÂ
Scott mumbles something unintelligible as he walks down the hallway, his footsteps echoing as he disappears down the stairs.Â
Loganâs lips are attached to your neck again, sucking playfully. âWhere were we?â He teases, his nails grazing down your back. His palms settle on your ass, squeezing your flesh tightly in his hands.Â
You moan, your chest flush with his. âLogan,â you whine. âWe need to get up,â you insist, your hands pushing against Loganâs broad shoulders, your fingers digging into his muscular biceps. âCanât stay in bed anymore.â
Logan grunts, his thigh still nudged between your legs, rocking into your core. You want him, and itâs tempting to let him take you right here, right now. But you canât. And he knows it. He presses a chaste kiss to your lips and pulls you tightly into his chest. âLater,â he promises, his lips finding the shell of your ear. You smile at the thought. There was always a later with Logan.
You snuck out of Loganâs room, unnoticed, as always. It was still earlyâtoo early for the ruckus of a morning at the mansion to begin. You got ready for the day and slipped downstairs. Youâre still shocked at just how oblivious the rest of the team is. Truly, no one knows about you and Logan.Â
Youâre in the kitchen now, nursing a cup of coffee, waiting for the day to start. Familiar, heavy footsteps approach, and you smile before you can even see his face.Â
âHi pretty girl,â Logan coos, standing behind you and wrapping his arms around your front. You lean into him, feeling the warmth of his chest and the strength of his heartbeat. He presses a chaste kiss to the crown of your head and walks over to the coffee pot.Â
Scott enters the kitchen as Logan takes his first sip of coffeeâone second earlier and he would have seen Logan holding you. âThe guy is here,â Scott announces from the doorway. He looks at you and smiles. âOh! Hey! How was your run?â He asks cheerfully.Â
You almost spit out your coffee, remembering what you were actually doing this morning. âGreat!â You say, doing your all to hold back your laughter. âSurprisingly relaxing.â Logan snorts and plays it off like heâs sniffling.
Scott smiles, none the wiser, and nods, cocking his head towards the hallway just outside the kitchen. âCome meet the tech guy!â He backs out of the doorway and into the hallway. Logan settles his coffee cupâwhich reads #1 Professorânext to yours on the counter and gives your waist a quick squeeze as you hop out of the chair. You walk shoulder to shoulder into the foyer. All the signs of your relationship are thereâout in the openâand yet, still, no one seems to catch them.
You step into the foyer, and thereâs Scott and the Professor by the front door, chatting with a younger manâwhoâs about your age. The manâs eyes find yours, and he smiles softly. âHi there!â He calls, waving. âIâm Mark!â He strides away from Scott and the Professor and towards you. âBut you can call me Techno.â He smirks and winks, extending his hand out, waiting for you to take it.
Logan grabs his hand instead, gripping it tightly, catching Mark off guard. âWolverine,â Logan growls. âAnd you canât call me Logan,â he adds, gritting his teeth. âSo, you turn on computers, bub?âÂ
Mark grimaces, wrenching his hand from Loganâs grasp. âA little more than that,â he asserts, closing his eyes and bawling his fists. You look up as the lights flicker, and televisions turn on and off. Your cell phone rings in your pocket, and you pull it out. The screen reads:Â Incoming Call from Mark.
Your lips part. âHow did youâŠâ You trail off.Â
Mark shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. âMy powers essentially let me communicate with electricity and tech,â he explains. You can practically hear Logan seething beside you.Â
âA technopath,â Charles offers as he rolls over to join the three of you with Scott in tow.Â
âExactly,â Mark says, nodding to Charles. âMakes it easy to put my number into pretty girlsâ phones.â Mark winks at you, and you press your lips into a straight line in response.Â
You shake your head. âIâm not interââ
Youâre cut off by the sound of Loganâs claws unsheathing. âThese,â Logan pauses, lifting his claws to Mark. âMake it real easy to hurt creeps who put their numbers into girlsâ phones without asking first, bub.âÂ
Mark rolls his eyes, and the corners of your lips twitch up. You try to force down your smile, try to slow the rhythm of your heart. You secretly liked when Logan got possessive over you. He was inherently protective, and youâd be lying if you said it didnât turn you on just a little.Â
âLetâs stay on course,â Charles reprimands, guiding Mark to the hallway to the left with a wave of his hand. âLet me show you some of the machines Iâd like you to work on.â
âIt would be my pleasure, Professor Xavier,â Mark says harshly, his eyes locked on Logan as he backs away to follow Charles and Scott.
Logan lowers all but his center claw, giving Mark the middle finger as he turns around. âDonât mind Logan,â Scott says as they disappear into a room, the door shutting behind them.
âLogan,â you whisper, now that everyone is gone. âDonât worry,â you assure, bringing a hand to his shoulder.Â
He turns to look at you. âHeâs a fucking creep.â
âItâs going to be fine.â
 It is not going well, or fine.
Mark is something of a nuisance. Heâs only been here for an hour, but he has already created multiple excuses to talk to you, to pull you away from whatever task is at hand.Â
Youâre in the middle of teaching an English class, discussing Mrs. Dalloway with a group of older students. âSo, what are we to make of Clarissa and Sallyâs relationship?â You ask the students, to no avail.Â
This was your hardest class of the dayâespecially given the fact that youâre not even a decade older than most of the students. You had joined the X-Men in your early 20s, your powers having shown themselves a bit later than in most mutants, and only a few years have passed since then. Convincing the students who have been here their whole lives that you deserve to teach has been nothing short of a challenge.Â
So, when Mark butts his head in on your class, annoyance burns through your body. You take a deep breath and swallow down your frustration.Â
âHey!â He chimes, his head poking through the open classroom door. âMind if I take a look at your computer really quick?â
The class perks up, more focused on you than they were just seconds ago. You fake a smile, nodding and pushing yourself off the front of your desk so that he has space to access the computer.Â
He slips behind the desk and smiles widely. âYou didnât have to move,â he remarks. âWouldâve been nice to have you close.â
You want to gag. You turn away from the students, whispering so they canât hear. âListen,â you chide, narrowing your eyes. âI am not interested, so could you pleaseââ
âWhat are you doing in here, asshole?â Loganâs voice echoes against the walls of the classroom. For the first time all year, the class is paying incredibly close attention. âThe Professor told you to check the computers in the lab down the hall.â Logan fully enters the room, striding over to Mark, his hands bawled into fists at his sides. âBeat it, bub.â
âWhatever,â Mark mutters, his head down as he exits the classroom. The bell rings, and the class stands, grabbing their things and filing out the door.Â
You groan. âPlease read the next twenty pages for tomorrow!â You shout over the hubbub and shuffling of students. âI know itâs a challenging novel, but I think you guys canâŠâ The students are gone before you can finish your sentence. âHandle it.âÂ
Logan smiles sympathetically, closing the distance between you and him. His presence is comforting, warm, everything youâve ever needed. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest. âSorry,â he apologizes, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. âDidnât mean to make your class harder than it is already.â
You take a deep breath, your annoyance fading away. âYou helped,â you whisper. âMark is the one who ruined things,â you insist. âHe wonât leave me alone.â
Logan chuckles. âYou donât like him?â He teases. âDonât like a guy your own age flirting with you?â Heâs egging you on, trying to joke, but you can tell part of him is a bit serious.Â
You shake your head. âOnly like you.â You press your lips to the hollow of his throat and Logan grunts.Â
He reluctantly pulls away, the palms of his hands dragging down your arms, his fingers intertwining with yours. âGotta get to my class,â he husks, his fingers slipping, tugging longingly as he steps to the door. âMeet me after?â He asks, but he already knows the answer. Youâll be outside his classroom door before the bell rings, waiting for him.
You nod, and he smiles, his hands gripping the doorframe like some invisible magnet is pulling him away, and heâd give anything to spend another second with you. He slips down the hallway, and into his classroom.Â
You spend the next thirty minutes or so grading papers, waiting for the period to end so that you can walk across the hall to Loganâs class. Another few minutes pass, and you start to collect your things, readying yourself to meet Logan. Your heart thumps in your chest at the thought, even after all the months youâve spent together.Â
You grab your bag and head to the door, closing it behind you and locking up. You cross the hall and stand outside Loganâs door. Heâs teaching a younger group of kidsâten to eleven-year-olds. You would trade places with him in a heartbeat if you could. The younger students loved you. There was no question of respect, no doubt of your power. But Logan was given the class as a challengeâCharles wanted to test his patience.Â
And, honestly, seeing him with the children did something to you. You loved watching the way he doted on them, carefully explaining material in a way theyâd understand. He was an excellent teacher, and one day, youâre sure, heâd make an even better father. You find yourself falling into fantasy: Logan, late at night, a babyâyour babyâon his chest. You can see it nowâhim changing a diaper, teaching the child to walk. Your heart squeezes in your chest, your eyes falling closed as you daydream about the futureâyour future together.Â
Youâre so distracted that you donât hear Mark walk up to youâdonât feel his hand grab your shoulder.
You yelp and jump. âOh my god,â you mumble, turning around and coming face to face with him.Â
âDidnât mean to scare you,â he says, his hand lingering for far too long on your shoulder. He finally peels away, his arms falling to his sides. He leans against the wall, trying to appear casual and cool. âWhat are you doing tonight?â
The bell rings before you can think of a polite way to shoo Mark away, and the students exit Loganâs classroom, happily shouting greetings in your direction. You stood outside Loganâs door every day, and the students were always excited to see you.
A few of them run up to hug you, complaining about Loganâs gruffness. When they hear Loganâs footsteps approaching the door, they bolt down the hallway, their laughter booming against the walls.Â
Logan steps out into the hall, and he groans audibly when he sees Mark next to you. But Mark ignores Logan, his eyes trained on yours. âGot plans?â He asks again.Â
You roll your eyes. âDude, Iâm not interested!â You groan, too irritated to pretend to be nice. Mark smirks and parts his lips, ready to persist like the creep he is.
Logan steps in front of you, his claws already out. âListen, bub,â he growls, his claws just inches from Markâs chest. âIf you donât fuck off and stop harassing my girl, weâre gonna have a problem.â
Mark scoffs. âMy girl? What are you, her father? You canât possibly be dating her.â
You can see the anger in Loganâs eyes, the honest rage. âLo,â you soothe. âDonât do it.â But you know itâs too late. His decision is already made.
Logan shoves Mark against the wall, his claws pressed against his throat. âIâm her fucking boyfriend, bub,â he grunts as Mark squirms helplessly under his hold.Â
âOh, her boyfriend?â He teases, despite the fear in his eyes. âArenât you too old to be a boyfriend?â
Logan shoves him harder into the wall, and Mark yelps pathetically, like a small dog. âMore serious than that,â Logan asserts. âGuessing you wouldnât know anything about that though, would you?âÂ
âAlright, break it up!â Scottâs voice echoes from down the hall. He runs over, Jean and the Professor by his side. Rogue and Gambit follow close behind. But Logan doesnât budge, the tips of his claws almost digging hard enough to draw blood.Â
You bring your hand to Loganâs shoulder. âHe isnât gonna hurt me,â you whisper to Logan. âI could handle him easily if he tried.â You slide your hand to the nape of his neck, trying to soothe him, to relax him. âNothingâs going to happen, okay?âÂ
Logan retracts his claws and lets go of Mark, who stutters away from Logan and into the center of the hallway. âIâm getting the fuck out of here!â Mark shouts, but Logan doesnât react. He simply intertwines his fingers with yours.Â
âYou okay?â He asks, his thumb brushing circles into the side of your hand.Â
You arch a brow. âAre you okay?â You smile and lean into him.Â
âSoâŠâ Scott trails off, interrupting. âYou two areâŠâ
âTogether.â You finish his sentence, your eyes still on Loganâs. You can feel the tension in his shoulders stretch down to his hand. Heâs rigid, still on edge. You know he needs to get out of here, needs to be alone with you.Â
âHow long has this been going on?â Scott asks, genuinely caught off guard. âDid anyone know about this?âÂ
You turn to the team to see heads shaking side to sideâsave for the Professor. âI did, of course,â Charles confesses. âBut I felt it was best left a secret until the two lovebirds decided otherwise.â
Rogue shakes her head, the corners of her mouth twitching up. âI canât believe you never told me!âÂ
âTold you what?â Jubilee calls from down the hall, approaching the group. She blows a bubble as she stands next to Rogue, her eyes trailing down to where your and Loganâs hands connect. Her eyes widen and her bubble bursts. âNo way!â She cheers, jumping up and down.Â
âSettle down,â Charles laughs, extending his hand down the hall to where Mark was just moments ago. âScott, make sure our technopath friend makes it out the door alive.â Scott nods and heads down the hall. Charles turns to you and Logan. âAs for the two of you,â he pauses, winking. âWeâll discuss more at a later point.â
You smile in understanding, and Logan squeezes your handâanother sign itâs time to go. Heâs still worked up about Mark; he needs to get this out of his system, needs to relieve all the built-up tension.Â
âGot something I need to take care of,â Logan says to the group, tugging you down the hallway. Â
He strides through the mansion, practically yanking your arm out of your socket. âLogan,â you whisper, trying to catch his attention. Youâve never seen him like thisârage and jealousy like fire in his eyes, dripping from his pores. He leads you up the stairs and towards his bedroom, and it suddenly dawns on you what exactly he needs to take care of.Â
Logan pushes the door open and slams it closed the second youâre inside. His hands are immediately on you, grabbing at the pillowy flesh of your ass, pinning you to the door. His lips find yoursâhungry and rough, the wiry hairs of his beard scratching your face. He tastes you, his tongue seeking more of you as it swipes across your lower lip. You open your mouth, inviting him in, your tongue tangling with his.
Logan hoists you up without breaking the kiss, and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. You can feel his erection straining inside his jeans, pressing against your heat. He grinds into you as one hand slips under your top and drags up your back, holding you tightly against him.Â
âNeed you,â he mumbles against your lips. âAlways fucking need you.â He tears you away from the door and towards the bed. He throws you onto the mattress and climbs over you, slowly, like an animal stalking its prey. âTell me you need me, pretty girl.â
âN-need you,â you stutter as he settles on top of you, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head.Â
âIâm not too old for you?â Logan teases, one of his hands loosening its grasp on your arm and trailing down your body, settling on the hem of your shirt. âYou donât wanna be with anyone else?â He hikes up your top, pushing it above your breasts.Â
You can feel the heat pooling between your legs. âNo,â you whine, arching your back as his fingertips play with the bottom of your bra. âOnly wanna be with you,â you breathe as Logan slowly, teasingly pulls your bra up. âPlease,â you beg, spreading your legs wider. âWant you to fuck me.âÂ
Logan smirks, finally tugging your bra and top over your head and casting them to the floor. âGonna take care of you, sweetheart,â Logan soothes, palming your breasts with his free hand, rolling your nipples under his thumb.Â
âFuck,â you moan as he pinches a nipple between his thumb and forefinger.Â
Logan hums, his fingertips trailing across the valley of your breasts, doing the same on the other side. Logan pinches harder, and you moan louder this time. âThatâs it,â he coos, his lips finding your pulse point, sucking roughly. âDonât be quiet, darlinâ,â he demands. You whisper his name, your voice whiny and needy. âShow me how much you need me. Keep making those pretty little noises, baby.â
âFeels good,â you whimper as his hand traces down your stomach, to your hips, gathering the fabric of your skirt in his fist and yanking it up to your waist.
He chuckles darkly. âYou wore this just for me?â He asks, his thumb hooking inside the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs. âWanted to make it easier for me to fuck you?â
âFuck, yes, just for you,â you pant, watching as Logan lifts himself off you, tugging his t-shirt up and over his head. He dexterously unclasps his belt buckle and throws the leather to the floor. He balances on his forearm as he unbuttons and unzips his jeans, pushing them down his thighs along with his boxers. âIâm all yours, Lo,â you promise as he presses his forehead to yours.
Loganâs hand glides down your side, slipping between your legs and finding your folds. You moan as his fingertips prod at your entrance, spreading your slick. âFuck, all this is for me?â He pinches your clit before swiping through your folds again. âYouâre soaked already, princess.â His fingertips brush your clit, tracing achingly slow circles into the bud.Â
You rock your hips against Loganâs touch, searching for more friction. âLogan, need you,â you whine, squirming underneath him. âIâm yours.â
âAll mine?â He whispers, his touch suddenly disappearing. You groan at the loss of contact. âSay it again, pretty girl,â he demands, guiding his cock to your folds.Â
âAll yours,â you answer, trying to move your hips lower to feel just an inch of him. âPlease justââ
Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he slams into you, down to the hilt with one thrust. He throbs against your walls as he works you open, his hips still, his cock splitting you in two. âFuck,â Logan grunts. âSo fucking tight. Perfect little pussy. Wanna stay right here forever. Maybe I wonât even fuck you. Maybe Iâll just make you sit on my cock.â
But you need him to move, need him to take you. âLogan, f-fuck me,â you choke, trying to move your hips. His hand grips your waist, stopping you from sliding up his length. âPlease, move,â you plead.Â
âSo impatient,â he chides, kissing you bruisingly, biting your lips. He finally pulls out and slams back in, bottoming out again. His hand slides down your waist and slips between your legs. âYou gonna be a good girl and let me fuck you the way I want?âÂ
His hand is just above your clit, inches away from where you need him most, waiting for your answer. You nod emphatically. âYes,â you say with pleading eyes. âAnything. You can do anything just pleaseâoh fuck!â Logan pinches your clit and starts his machinations, swirling around the bud. He pulls out and pumps back in, setting a ruthless pace.Â
His hips snap against yours, taking all of you with reckless abandon. His lips swallow your moans, consuming you, drinking you in. Of all the times heâs fucked you, itâs never been quite like this. Thereâs a hunger in Loganâs eyes that youâve never seen before, an undying need youâre not sure can be satisfied. Something feels different about this timeâmore intense, fervent, and feverish.Â
Logan thrusts in and out of you, bottoming out with every pump, still stretching you out. His fingertips stroke your clit roughly, your walls already fluttering around him. He curses under his breath, his chest heaving against yours.Â
âLook at you,â he groans, fucking into you. âSo beautiful like this. Always so beautiful.â You can feel his cock twitching inside you. âWanna make you mine, sweetheart.â
âI-I already am,â you stammer, his fingers drawing tight, rapid circles into your clit, pushing you closer to the edge. âAlways gonna be yours.â
âWant more than that,â Logan grunts, his hips rocking, his pace quickening. Heâs so deep inside youâhitting exactly where you need him most with every thrust.Â
âWhatever you want,â you pant, your chest pressing flush to his. âItâs yours. Iâm yours.â
âYeah?â He growls at the shell of your ear. âYou gonna let me fill you up? Gonna let me stuff you full of me?â
âYes, please,â you cry out as he pumps in and out, shoving himself as deep inside as he can possibly fit. You feel so full, so complete. Nothing compares to having Logan this close, to having him be so connected to you. Youâre already coming undone underneath him, falling apart. âWant you to stay inside.â And then the words fall from your lips without a second thought. But you mean it, and you want it more than anythingâŠ
âWanna have your baby, Lo.â
Logan groans at your words, his cock throbbing with need. âFuck, donât tease me like that, sweetheart.âÂ
âN-not teasing,â you stammer. âI mean it.â
âShit,â Logan growls, his skin slapping against yours, your words spurring him on. Heâs letting himself go, letting himself plunge deep inside you, fast and hard. âSuch a good girl,â he praises, his length dragging against your walls, pushing deeper still. âYou gonna let me fuck a baby into you?â
âYes!â You cry out, the fire burning in your belly spreading up to your spine, coursing through your veins. Your walls flutter around his length, squeezing him tightly.
âThatâs it, pretty girl,â Logan coos, rutting into you, his hips stuttering. âWant you forever.â
You throw your head back as his fingers swirl around your clit. âYou have me Lo, always gonna have me.â Your walls clench down around him, and the tension snaps. Electricity shoots up your spine as your orgasm crashes into you. Itâs intenseâmore intense than anything youâve ever felt. Pleasure washes over you in waves, heat blooming across your chest and up your neck.
Logan is right behind you, whispering a string of praises as he finishes inside you. âDid so fucking good for me. Always so perfect, beautiful.â His thrusts slow until heâs still inside you, but he doesnât pull out. âDonât wanna move, princess,â he husks, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.Â
âYou donât have to,â you say, your voice hoarse. Logan rolls you onto your side, hoisting your leg up and over his hip, keeping himself deep inside your cunt. You close your eyes, your heartbeat finally steadying, your chest still heaving in time with Loganâs.Â
The silence is comfortable, calming. You listen to Loganâs breathing as he runs his hands up and down your back. âYou okay?â He asks, pressing a chaste kiss to the crown of your head.Â
You hum. âIâm perfect,â you mumble, burying your face into his chest. âDo you reallyâŠâ You trail off, suddenly nervous to ask the only question on your mind, despite everything that just happened.Â
âYes,â Logan answers immediately. âI meant it. Wanna be a family. Wanna be with you forever.â
You melt into him, wrapping your arms around his back. You can feel his cock growing hard inside you as you move to get more comfortable. âI want that too, Lo,â you sigh. âMore than anything.â You smile against him, thinking about your future, thinking about how all this started because some asshole wouldnât leave you alone. You canât help but giggle at the thought.
âWhatâs so funny?â Logan asks. You can hear the smirk in his voice.Â
You look up at him. âYouâre crazy, you know that?â You joke, your smile widening. âYou couldâve hurt that guy.â
Loganâs smile widens too. âJust crazy about you,â he says, shrugging his shoulders. He flips you onto your back and hovers over you, his cock still deep inside you. âShouldâve kicked his ass.â You bite your lip, waiting for his next move. âYouâre my girl,â he groans, sliding out of you slightly.Â
âYours,â you breathe as he thrusts back in. âAll yours.â
