Summary: When she meets him, it’s quiet, he’s perfect, until he isn’t. She comes from a small town to NYC, hopes and dreams burning red, and he sees it, he wants to drown in the crimson… of her blood.
Warnings: dark!Bucky, blood play, smut, gaslighting, dubcon, kidnapping, physical and psychological abuse, violence, reader is described as sweet/innocent, reader is described as she/her I don’t use you/yn, some descriptions of dark eyes/hair may be included at some point but not always
Part 2
The elevator ride up felt endless, the city lights sliding past like falling stars. She stepped out onto the rooftop—private, high above the West Village noise, borrowed or claimed through whatever quiet means Bucky had. Warm bulbs strung across the iron railing cast a golden haze; a small table waited, candles flickering in glass holders, two plates set.
The air was crisp post-rain, scented now with garlic, tomatoes simmering low, fresh basil.
Bucky was already there, sleeves rolled to his elbows, metal arm catching the light in faint silver flashes as he stirred a pan over a portable burner. Simple sauce—red, rich, bubbling like slow blood.
He looked up when her heels clicked on the concrete, and the hunger struck him twice over.
Burgundy.
The dress wrapped her like liquid night—deep wine-red, off-shoulder neckline slipping low to bare the delicate line of her collarbone and the soft swell above. Sleeves fallen loose down her arms, pooling at her elbows like surrendered silk, exposing skin that glowed under the strung lights. Loose hair framed her face; red lips curved in a small, surprised smile. She looked vivid, alive, breakable in the best way. His pulse thudded hard—first the familiar thirst: her blood warm beneath that skin, pulsing proof she was real, his to draw and taste and keep forever. Then the sharper ache: raw want, the man in him craving to press her against the railing, map every inch of exposed shoulder with his mouth, feel her shiver and arch under his hands while the city glittered unknowing below. She thawed the cold inside him. He wanted to consume her slowly—body and blood—so she could never slip away.
She crossed the space, sleeves slipping further with each step, burgundy shifting like spilled wine. “You cook on rooftops? I’m impressed.”
He set the spoon aside, wiped his hands, eyes tracing the fallen sleeve, the bare curve of her shoulder.
“Told you I’d bring dinner, besides, it’s private. No interruptions.” His voice came low, rougher than before. “Come here.”
She did—bold stride, but softer now, the city wind lifting her hair. He met her halfway, hand sliding to her waist, thumb brushing the fabric where it clung. Warmth seeped through; her pulse fluttered under his palm like a trapped bird. He leaned in, lips grazing her temple. “That color on you… it’s dangerous.”
A quiet laugh, breath catching. “Burgundy’s just a dress.”
“No.” His fingers traced the slipped sleeve, pushing it down a fraction more—exposing more skin, more vulnerability. Hunger darkened his gaze: soldier control fraying, man wanting to claim. “It’s you burning. And I’m cold. Always have been.”
He guided her to the table, pulled out her chair. She sat; scarlet pooling around her, sleeves draped over the back now, shoulders bare under candle glow. He served: pasta twirled onto her fork, sauce clinging red and glossy.
Watched her take the first bite—lips parting, tongue catching a drop—and the dual thirst coiled tighter. Blood he’d draw later; body he wanted now.
“You’re staring again,” she teased, cheeks flushed from wine he poured or from the heat in his eyes.
“Can’t help it.” He sat across, plate untouched. “You’re the only thing warm up here.”
He reached across, thumb wiping sauce from her lip—lingering, pressing just enough to feel her breath quicken. Hunger burned: taste her, keep her, break her open only to hold every piece. For now, he fed her another bite, watched burgundy dress and red lips meet, memorized every flicker.
The place seemed to hold its breath as the city glittered far below—endless rivers of light, indifferent and beautiful, like stars that had forgotten how to fall. She set her fork down, the pasta half-eaten, sauce still staining her lips a deeper red. The dress had slipped further; one sleeve dangled uselessly at her elbow, the other pooled at her wrist, leaving her shoulders bare to the cool night air and to his gaze.
She felt the weight of it—Bucky’s stare, dark and steady, tracing every inch of exposed skin like he was memorizing a map only he could read. The dual hunger in his eyes made her stomach flutter: something primal, something possessive, but wrapped in a gentleness that kept her from pulling away.
Standing slowly, heels clicking once on the concrete, she walked to the railing. The wind lifted her hair, sent it dancing across her bare back, leaning forward just enough to feel the drop, the dizzying height, the illusion of freedom.
Bucky followed without a word. He stopped behind her—close enough that she felt the heat of him before his body touched hers, chest brushing back; one hand settled lightly on her waist, the other braced on the railing beside hers. Metal and flesh. Cold and warm.
Her head turned slightly, caught his eye over her shoulder. “You’re quiet tonight,” she said, voice soft but edged with that small-town boldness she wore like lipstick. “What are you thinking?”
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he leaned in, nose brushing the curve of her neck where skin met cloth. He inhaled—slow, deliberate—like he was drinking her in. Her scent: faint vanilla from her skin, the sharp sweetness of red wine on her breath, the clean warmth of her pulse beneath it all. His exhale ghosted over her collarbone, raising goosebumps.
“Thinking you smell like something I’ve been missing my whole life,” he murmured, voice rough velvet. His nose traced a slow line along her collarbone—gentle, reverent—then up to the nape of her neck, where her hair parted. “Like home. Like heat. Like mine.”
Her breath hitched. She tilted her head, giving him more without thinking, her heart hammered loud enough she was sure he could hear it.
Then she turned fully in his arms, back to the railing, city lights haloing her from behind. Burgundy slipped another fraction; her bare shoulder gleamed under the strung bulbs. Irises looked up at him—indigo winter eyes locked on hers
She rose on her toes, fingers curling into the front of his shirt, and kissed him.
Soft at first—testing, tasting the salt and grape on his lips. Then deeper, hungrier, her tongue brushing his as she pressed closer. He groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating against her mouth, and his hands slid up her back—metal one cool, flesh one burning—cradling her like something precious.
He kissed back with careful intensity: slow, thorough, never overwhelming. One hand cupped the nape of her neck, thumb stroking the soft skin there; the other splayed across her lower back, holding her flush against him. He broke the kiss only to trail his lips along her jaw, down to that same collarbone he’d traced before.
“So fucking beautiful,” he whispered against her skin, voice thick. “Look at you, doll… burning brighter than every light down there.” The word—doll—slipped out gentle, almost surprised, like it had been waiting on his tongue all night. He said it again, softer: “My doll.”
A shiver ran down her spine—not from cold, but from the way he said it: possessive, tender, reverent. His nose brushed her neck again, inhaling deep, lips grazing the pulse point where her heartbeat raced for him.
She pulled back just enough to look at him—cheeks flushed, lips swollen and redder from the kiss and the sauce earlier. “You keep calling me that,” she murmured, fingers still tangled in his shirt. “Doll. Like I’m something fragile you want to keep on a shelf.”
Bucky’s eyes softened, thumb brushing her cheekbone. “Not fragile. Precious. Something rare I don’t want to let the city swallow up.” He rested his forehead against hers, breathing her in. “I’ve spent too long in the cold. You’re the first thing in years that feels… warm. Alive. Like color that won’t fade.”
Her heart squeezed at the quiet honesty in his voice, lifted a hand to his jaw, tracing the stubble there. “You make me feel seen,” she said softly. “Not just looked at. Seen. Like the red isn’t just clothing to you—it’s me.”
“It is you.” He pressed a slow kiss to her temple, then another to the corner of her mouth. “And I’m already ruined for anything else.”
They stayed like that a long moment—bodies pressed close, wind tugging at her fallen sleeves, city lights twinkling indifferent below. He swayed them gently, almost like a slow dance with no music, just the hum of distant traffic and their breathing.
“Tell me something true,” she whispered, echoing their café talk. “What scares you most?”
Bucky exhaled against her hair. “Losing the warmth once I’ve found it.” His arms tightened fractionally. “I don’t do halfway, doll. If I let you in… you stay.”
She smiled against his neck. “Good. Because I’m not planning on disappearing.”
He pulled back to meet her eyes—ice-blue melting into something softer. “Then stay a little longer tonight?”
She nodded. “As long as you keep kissing me like that.”
He laughed low—rare, real—and obliged: another slow, lingering kiss that tasted like sauce and wine. When they finally parted, both breathing harder, he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Come on,” he murmured. “Let’s finish the pasta before it’s cold. I didn’t cook for nothing.”
They returned to the table hand-in-hand. He fed her another bite, thumb wiping sauce from her lip again—this time with a soft smile instead of raw hunger.
As the candles burned low and the sauce was gone, Bucky walked her to the elevator. At the doors, he kissed her forehead, then her lips—soft, lingering.
“Get home safe, doll,” he said. “Text me when you do.”
“I will.” She squeezed his hand. “Thank you for tonight. For the food. For… this.”
He watched her step inside, eyes never leaving until the doors closed.
Later, in her apartment, she slipped out of the burgundy dress, leaving it draped over a chair, paint on surface, curled under the covers, the buzzing on her nightstand made her turn around though
Bucky: Home safe?
Safe. Still tasting your kiss
Bucky: Good. That’s the plan. Can’t stop thinking about your lips on mine. You okay?
More than okay. Smiling like an idiot in bed. You?
Bucky: Same. You’re trouble, doll. The best kind. Sleep sweet, doll. Dream of me.
Already am. Night, Bucky
She set the phone down, smile lingering soft and sleepy on her face. His voice echoed in her mind and the warmth spread through her chest like slow red wine. She drifted off wrapped in memory, city lights flickering faint through her window.
///
The next morning, a knock at her door. A delivery: a small bouquet of deep red roses, tied in black ribbon. The card read, in his neat handwriting:
“Red stays. Let’s make more memories. Walk in the park with me next weekend? Saturday, noon—Central Park, Bethesda Terrace. Wear something vivid. I’ll bring coffee.
genuine writers getting wrongly accused of using ai because of witch hunt and proper grammar/structure in their works must be what being a woman in the 1600s who is wrongly accused of being a witch because she can read and is intelligent feels like
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dad!logan
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…as your boyfriend! | @sammigrll
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Same Mistakes | @greenbloodvulcan
Calming him down during the nightmares
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When the Sunshine Fades | @awkward-walking-potato
Cat Scratches | @moonyflesh
Stranger | @a-boca-do-inferno
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Summary: The Wolverine's presence in your life took a turn you did not expect.
Word count: 3.1k
Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), a bit of ass slapping (both in public and privately), a bit of praise and pain kink, begging, coercion during sex (it's confusing but consensual). And I think that's it.
A/N: So, I just want to wish the the happiest of birthdays to my beautiful @buckyownsmylife 🥳🎉, and thank her for the amazing work she shares with us everytime and for motivating me to start writing here. You know I love your Logan stories and I only hope you like this one ᵇᵘᵗ ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵖʳᵉˢˢᵘʳᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ⁱᵗ. As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*.
ᴺᵒᵗ ᵐʸ ᵍⁱᶠ ¯ ᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵒʳ
It all started the first time you saw him walking out of Charles’ office.
You were chatting with Jean; she was doing her best to explain how you should concentrate and put aside your power when it came to talking, when a big shadow and a thick voice distracted you.
“Yes, Charles!” Squawked the man. “You don’t have to repeat it every time we see each other.”
“You know I’m right, Logan. And yet, you still decide to ignore me.”
Jean stopped talking and both of you observed the scene with interest.
“Fuck it, professor.” He haughty spat and walked in the opposite direction, right to the closest door.
“He should apologize for talking to him like that, don’t you think?” You whispered to Jean, to which she only nodded.
The man, Logan –as Charles called him, abruptly stopped and turned to see the blue eyed, confusion all over his face. Both men turned to see you as if it was the first time.
Then again, it was for one of them.
“Logan…” The professor reproached when he saw his previous interlocutor redirected his way to you.
Jean was long gone at that moment.
“What did you do?” Was his first question.
“I-I didn't do a-anything.” You stuttered at the same time you shrug your shoulders.
“Of course you did! I had a sudden urge to apologize to Charles for how I talked to him. How did you do that?”
“Y/N has the gift of convention, to call it that way. But she doesn’t control it just yet.” Xavier came to your defense. Logan looked at him, waiting for an explanation. “Her body produces pheromones that allow her to verbally control other people’s actions. But, for some reason, she couldn’t do it with you. It must be your healing factor that makes you immune.”
The dark eyed man turned to you again, got dangerously close and said, “So, Y/N,” He took a lock of your hair and instinctively you stepped back. “Aren't you going to say sorry for what you almost made me do?”
You flipped and apologized in an almost inaudible whisper. You felt Charles' presence in your head, probably making sure you wouldn’t say something out of line, causing Logan to be more pissed. Logan’s body moved away from yours and shot off in his initial direction.
When he was out of sight, you let out the oxygen you didn’t know you were holding.
As the days went by, you would find him everywhere. At the garden when you were studying, in front of the classrooms before your every class, waiting for you by the door of your room at the end of the day.
He said he wanted to learn how you used your powers with others, but you never fell for his provocations. Not until that day he spanked your asscheek in front of your classmates, freezing you in the spot. Scott was about to touch your shoulder when you asked him to step back. All of the presents did as you said, except for the now satisfied Wolverine, who stood in his exact position with the biggest smile on his lips.
“I see.” He smiled widely. “That’s how you made friends so easily here.”
Your blood boiled; the only solution to appease the smoke that was about to come out of your ears was to slap him hard with the back of your hand. It was when his head turned to the left that you realized your actions. You apologized again and got out of there.
You wouldn't admit it if you were asked, but it was not Logan you were mad at. At least, not in its totality. Your anger was rather directed to yourself the second you realized that you were not actually hating on Logan's manners but quite the opposite.
Days became weeks and the presence of your new friend only became more and more annoying. The contact between his hand and your ass became a recurrent thing, inviting you to use your ability with whoever that found themselves close to show him how it worked. Of course, you didn't give him the satisfaction and walked away with your tongue strongly held between your teeth and your cheeks burning with both rage and embarrassment.
More often than not you'd feel yourself getting wet by the thought of his big hands squeezing your butt as he railed you senseless.
Which was one of the reasons you'd rather stay away from him. You didn't know if those thoughts of yours would somehow make their way inside Logan's head, giving him yet another excuse to bug you.
That day, it was late when you arrived at the mansion and your shoes were killing you slowly. You couldn't wait to take them off.
A big figure was leaning against your door frame; big arms crossed and a foot lazily pressed against the wall, a view you were getting used to. Rolling your eyes, you decided to ignore him. Maybe that way he’ll leave faster and you wouldn't have to deal with another ruined pair of panties.
“You won’t say ‘hello’?” His lips brushed your ear from behind while you opened the door and you unconsciously closed your eyes for a second.
“I don’t see why I should do that.” You entered your room, with all the intention of closing the door as soon as possible. “Good night.”
You did not achieve your goal though, thanks to a brown boot that got lodged between the door and the frame.
“What do you want?” You fully opened the door to let him see your annoyance better, but he took it as an invitation and entered. “Sure, come in.” You murmured and the man stopped just like in past times.
“I came with a proposal.” And as simple as that, he plopped in your bed.
“I’m all ears.”
You hadn't even had time to turn on the light, so you turned to look for the switch. When you finally located it, you felt a pair of hands on your stomach. By inertia, you held the air in your lungs.
Logan’s hands caressed from your waist to your belly and his lips searched for a spot to locate in the curve of your shoulder. Needless to say, your breath could create a whirlpool in front of you at that point.
“I've come to the conclusion that you don't like this little game we’ve been playing.”
You let go of his grip and turned to see him, aware of the pool already forming between your legs.
“Wasn’t it clear from the beginning? I don't like your little game.” You took a step back, trying to put some distance to avoid doing something stupid.
“Same thing. What about we leave everything for good if…”
“If…?” You were willing to do anything to keep that walking temptation away.
He moved closer, cornering you against the door, hands against the wood on each side of your head. His breath hitting your face as his eyes descended to your lips.
Logan tainted you, brushing your nose with his, making the slightest contact of his lips with the corner of yours, having you closing your eyes, waiting for the moment he'd kiss you, but said moment didn't come.
Instead, he separated from you and said, “If you sincerely apologize to me.” He smiled as he only knew.
Your eyes almost popped out of their sockets from the impression of his request. He sounded like a broken record.
“I already apologized to you for what happened. Twice!” Your ears were red with anger. There was no way you would ask for his forgiveness again.
“You look hotter when you're angry.”
The color left your ears to locate in your cheeks. What did he say? That you looked hotter, not just hot?
Your brain worked a thousand an hour; It didn't take you long to understand his comment, but you didn't know what to say. Your whole lexicon, stuck in your throat.
“I-I” You couldn't get to say anything more when he stamped his lips with yours.
His fingers dug in your hair, pressing you to stay close so he could keep sucking at your lips. When his other hand traveled down your back and located under your skirt to take possession of your ass, you were a goner.
You parted your lips, letting Logan's tongue in, which you brushed with your own in a steamy fight for dominance.
Breathing didn't seem to be an impediment for either of you, but the second you pulled at Logan's hair and you heard him groan, he ended the kiss and stepped back.
“You've no idea of what you just did.” He ripped his flannel open, buttons clacking on the wooden floor as he threw the ruined piece of cloth aside.
“Maybe I do.” You said as you reached for the zipper of your dress, lowering with the teasingly slow sound of it being opened. When it finally pooled at your ankles, you felt really proud of the reaction to your cute lingerie the man in front of you had.
Logan bit his lip, imagining how it would be to lick your every inch, to have you trembling underneath his touch when his tongue, buried in your sweet pussy, made you cum again and again.
Stepping out of the dress, you kicked it to the front, almost hitting Logan with the soft material.
You giggled as he catched it in the air, only to send it on top of his unwanted flannel.
“Thought you didn't like this game.” He took off his boots, sending them flying across the room.
“A girl can change her mind.” You said, shortening the distance between you two to run your hands in his firm chest. “Can't she?”
“Yes, she can.” And just like that, he lifted you up your feet and tossed you to the center of your bed. “'Course she can.”
He settled between your legs, face so close to yours that his breath fanned over your lips.
You were impatient, your eyes, trying to catch his own to beg him to do something, but his gaze was fixated somewhere else. Your breast, hugged and trapped in that cute little bra of yours. He saw them rising up and going down with your desperation, too immersed in the thought of taking them in his mouth. It took him by surprise when you dug your nails in his shoulders and dragged them down, drawing eight perfect red lines that were quick to disappear but worked to get his attention back.
“A picture would last longer.” You teased, making him look at your face again.
His hands wandered along your sides and over the fabric. “Too bad I don't have my camera with me.”
SWISH
“What the hell?!” The exclamation came louder than you intended. Not in fear but astonishment.
The adamantium came out of his knuckles, and as he managed to cut clean both bands without touching your skin, you wondered how many times had he done that trick before.
The metal was sharp and cold. Logan ran both claws over your heated flesh, settling them under the straps that had no use anymore and you felt your core throbbing, a new wave of arousal pooling between your legs. “As much as I am enjoying this view,” Two soft snaps followed his pause, and you felt your ruined bra giving in. “I can't wait to taste what's underneath.”
At what point did he retract the claws, you didn't know, but the second he uncovered your tits to take one in his mouth and stimulate the other with his rough fingers, you figured you didn't care.
His tongue would swirl around your nipple, sucking on the hardened bud and torturously grazing his teeth over it. The wet sounds of his lips as he left a path of kisses to your other boob to treat it the same way, filling the air along with the uncontrollable moans that you produced.
While Logan happily feasted, you did your best to rock your hips up, wanting to have some sort of friction to ease your need for him. And he, as the jerk he was, pressed further into you, letting you feel his hard on over the thick material of his jeans.
“Damn it, Logan.” Your fingers found his scalp, his grunt when you yanked at his hair, impacting directly in your clit. “Just fuck me already.”
His assault to your breast stopped immediately, hands and mouth ungluing from your body almost instinctively as you both understood what had happened.
“Shit. I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean…”
Logan stood up and you froze.
There you were, half naked, pathetically drenching the sheets under you and waiting to see the Wolverine's mad reaction to your unintentional order.
But before you could start justifying yourself, Logan was unfastening his jeans and stepping out of his underwear, revealing his erect, bouncing length already leaking precum.
In a swift motion, Logan tore your panties, no need to use the claws to get rid of them. His bare hands were enough to make them useless shreds that wouldn't even work as a rag.
“You know,” He said as he made his way on top of you again, caressing your thigh as his tip came in contact with your glistening pussy. “I didn't want you to apologize for making your way inside my head.” He ran his shaft along your lips, coating himself with your arousal and enjoying the little meowls you let out. “I wanted you to do it, for not leaving it.”
And with an energetic, determined thrust he pushed inside. Your toes curled and your back arched, brushing your sensitive nipples against his chest.
He settled a slow rhythm at first, giving you time to adjust to the new intruder.
After a few thrusts, you were ready for him to go faster, moaning softly every time you felt his veins brushing over your walls. But instead of telling him to increase the pace, you bit your tongue and covered your mouth with your palm, not wanting him to think you were taking advantage of your powers in that particular situation.
But Logan did not like that.
He wanted you to be loud, to let him know how much you were enjoying the moment, so he did the first thing that crossed his mind: he took your hands in his and intertwined his fingers with yours, setting them on each side of your head.
Biting your lip, Logan drank your every moan. “You want me to go faster?” He pointed out each word with a thrust. “Want me to ruin this pretty, little pussy?”
“Yes, yes!” You finally gave in. “I want you to ruin my pussy.”
“Say no more.”
His hips snapped with more force this time, kicking the air out of your lungs and any thought of inhibition out of your head.
Logan hammered fast, loving the cries slipping out of you. Your legs hugged his hips, locking him to your body.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” He buried his face in the curve of your shoulder. “You're so tight around my cook. Taking me so well.” Praises rained on you, an inevitable sense of pride invading your soul. “This pussy is mine now” One of his hands let go of yours, tapping its way down to your clit, which he circled diligently. “You hear that?”
“Oh, God!” You whimpered, hips jolting to meet Logan's thrusts and fingers.
You were a mess, hair tangled, lips parted, and body jerking in a desperate attempt to reach your orgasm.
The back of your head was buried in the pillow, your tits in perfect display as Logan sneaked his hand to your lower back to bring you up with him.
Sitting on the bed, Logan helped you ride his cock, palm going up and down your spine with each roll of your hips, sending goosebumps from your head to toe.
At some point, you felt Logan's hands settling in your ass, only for them to abruptly smack it. You let out a surprised wail, but did nothing to stop him from doing it again. “You like this?” He asked as his big palm repeated the action. “Knew you did.” Logan caressed the slowly redden spot delicately as his lips found your jaw, leaving a quick, almost imperceptible kiss there. “Knew you always did.”
A tormenting set of smacks followed his words, having your walls squeezing him hard each time his hand landed on your sensitive skin, making you throw your head back.
The sounds leaving your mouth were almost inhuman, the hoarse screams of ecstasy, mixing with the wet symphony your bodies created with each encounter.
“Tell me what you want, sweet thing. You wanna cum?” His words fell on your shoulder, the ragged tone of his voice, making you clench down again.
“Let me cum, please!” You did not care if the people next to your room heard you, not even if Charles was aware of what was happening. You needed your release. “Let me cum!”
But as much as Logan was loving listening to you begging, that was not what he had in mind.
“Nuh, you know how to.”
He was face to face with you now, waiting for it to hit you.
And he didn't have to wait long.
“Make me cum.” There was no pause this time. Logan's strong grip didn't falter when he snapped his hips up to meet you in the middle, making the bed shake, having the headboard hitting the wall repeatedly. “Yes, yes, make me cum!” You repeated as a mantra. Logan's tip, hitting that sweet spot with every thrust.
Logan grunted when he felt your walls clamping around his cock. Your imminent orgasm, approaching fast.
“Cum for me, baby.” His words, combined with one last smack, were all you needed to reach your high.
The coil snapped and the word disappeared behind the hundred sensations invading you, behind the feeling of Logan's fingers digging in your soft flesh as he grew closer to his own release.
Your hands went for his hair again, yanking at it, unleashing an animalistic growl that was followed by Logan's spent painting your walls.
You felt strangely empty when he pulled out to lay you in the bed. His big body, joining you seconds after.
“We should make this a habit.” He said out of breath, locking an arm possessively on your waist to drag you closer to him. “See what other things you can make with those powers.”
“As long as you don't want to try them with an audience again, I'm in.”
“It's not my fault you look delicious with everything you wear.” He said in your ear, his raspy tone awakening that lustful fire within you once again.
“You'll have to behave, or I'll make you.”
And as he rolled in the bed to pin you under him, you knew he took your words, not as a warning, but as a challenge.
This is the list of the writers that I reblogged during this year 2023 in alphabetical order. Unfortunately, some blogs no longer exist, so they were not included.
Damned if I do ya (Damned if I don't) - Steve Rogers smut
The one where Steve has been your one constant but now that you're both in college, things are about to change.
Warnings: smut, innocent!reader, college!au, small age gap, innocence kink, sexual advances from third-parties without proper preparation but with consent, fuckboy!Steve, jealousy, possessiveness, fingering
Word count: 4.6k
You’d been the most important person in Steve’s life for as long as he could remember. Having been born in the family that lived right next door to his house, you two grew up together, and being two years younger than him meant you were the closest thing to a little sister that he had.
He was your lifeline, even when he was nothing but a scrawny kid getting beat up by bullies - anything to protect you. And you were his reason to smile, the one person who could get him to do anything and everything you wanted just as long as it’d make you happy.
Which is why it was so fucking hard for the both of you when the time came for him to go to college and you remained at your hometown, exchanging letters “like some goddamn army wife” (your words, not his) while he partied as a freshman and then a sophomore, taking advantage of the blessed growth spurt puberty had given him.
Yes, little Stevie was not so little anymore. In fact, little Stevie was, by all means, a big deal at the college campus, breaking hearts and forging friendships like he’d never been able to do back home.
And still, when it came time for you to join him in college, it was undeniable that the hold you had on him was still strong - perhaps even stronger than ever before.
“Fuck!” Steve exclaimed, arms falling at the side of his body when you opened up a smile upon finding him waiting for you at the bus stop. Puberty had blessed you too, he realized, suddenly anxious about not visiting home for the last two years and missing the way your curves had become more pronounced, your body now that of a woman.
You were hot, he realized with a startle. Not so little anymore yourself, and Steve knew he was in for a world of trouble when you ran towards him in a fit of giggles and jumped right in his arms.
“I didn’t know you’d be here, Stevie!” He could barely make out your words as they were spoken against the crook of his neck, not because of the volume of your voice or the noise that surrounded you in the busy street, but because of the goosebumps that your lips on his skin elicited.
“Where else would I be, princess?” It was the only thing he thought to say - a return to your old ways, the teasing relationship you always had. “My best girl is coming to college, of course, I’ll be here to welcome you.”
Steve felt you smile against his shoulder and his heart skipped a beat. He knew he had missed her, but he didn’t realize just how much until she was right there in his arms, the scent of her natural perfume engulfing him.
“I love you, Stevie.”
The following months, the adjustment of Y/N to this new life, was nothing short of hell to Steve. Because it turned out he was right - his little girl was hot now, and he wasn’t the only one who thought so.
“Hey, Y/N!” Some stupid fucking jock jogged in the direction of your table, only briefly glancing at Steve before deciding to ignore him completely. “Are you coming to the party on Saturday?”
You munched on your sandwich quietly, giving it a thought. You’d never been one to party, Steve knew that, but you had been acting a little differently since you arrived. He didn’t know what was going on with you but trusted you’d talk to him about it whenever you decided it was time.
“I think so.” His eyebrows shot up in surprise. He stopped drinking from the bottle of water halfway to his lips to frown in your direction. “I’ll let you know when it’s closer, maybe we’ll meet there?” You nodded, a small smile to the jock who grinned brightly at you.
That was clearly the answer he was hoping for and Steve hated it.
“When were you going to tell me that you were planning on going to a college party?” Your eyebrows were furrowed as you munched on your sandwich, clearly confused about Steve’s emotions.
“Well, I’m in college now, aren’t I?” You reasoned, as if Steve had forgotten. “I figured it was time for me to get out of my comfort zone and try some new things. I was never really interested in parties but I never gave them much of a chance back home. Let’s see what I think of them now.”
As much as Steve hated to admit, you made sense. He had two years of college experiences under his belt to collect memories from, whereas your freshman year had only just started.
He wouldn’t be the one to put a damper on this moment of your life. So he just nodded. “Okay, so we’ll go together?”
Your eyes lit up at the question and Steve’s heart skipped a beat. “Really?” Shrugging, he took another gulp of water to cool down, acting as if the question was no big deal.
“Sure. I’ve been going to parties long before you got here, little one.” You rolled your eyes at the childhood nickname he used to address you, but Steve knew you well enough to see that it touched you.
“Oh, a party boy, aren’t you?” You teased, but he could only nervously chuckle. You had no idea the kind of man Steve had become, and he was nervous for you to find out that Saturday.
“How long does it take you to get ready?” He groaned, impatiently adjusting himself in his sofa, where he had been shunned to the moment you walked into his apartment with a bag full of cosmetic items you’d be using to primp yourself for the party. “I don’t remember you being this slow!”
He wasn’t even that late - after all, he wasn’t one to arrive at the start of any sort of gathering, but he was anxious about you being at a frat party, surrounded by guys who couldn’t be trusted. This was the one thing he could control: whatever happened before you set foot at that place.
“Jesus, relax. When you left I had no idea how to put on makeup and no reason to do so. Things are different now, big boy.” Steve shivered at the new nickname. It had appeared after your arrival when you started to realize how much of a big deal Steve was on the college campus. It was teasing, of course, but it was also reverential enough to boost his ego, as much as Steve hated to admit it.
“Okay, how do I look?” You asked, reappearing from the small hallway that led to his bedroom and Steve sat up on the couch, eyebrows furrowed as he took in your dress.
“No. Absolutely not.” Your frown almost had Steve faltering in his stance, going back on it to apologize for making you disappointed but one more look at your outfit and he knew he simply couldn’t stand to allow you outside the house wearing almost nothing.
“You don’t like it?” You pouted, turning to check yourself at a mirror Steve kept in his living room. “I thought I looked cute!” You looked a lot more than cute. You looked…
Hot. Attractive. Any man’s wet dream, to say the least.
“No, huh…” Steve tried, running his fingers through his hair. “You do!” He assured you, and while that was enough to get you grinning again, it was clear it wouldn’t get you to change out of your clothes and into something that made him more comfortable about the idea of you going to that party.
“It’s just… You’re showing a lot of skin,” he settled for saying, and once you realized what was his concern, you rolled your eyes and giggled.
“I’m sure this is not that different from what the girls you date wear to parties, Steve!” You weren’t wrong about your assessment, but you were wrong about one thing in your sentence.
He didn’t date those women. He fucked them. Hard. And just the thought of some college boy doing the same thing to you as he did to those girls brought a territorial feeling to his stomach that left him stuck between punching the drywall or puking all over his own carpet.
“I’m not changing!” You announced, already searching for your bag as he stood there, chest heaving and hands curled into fists.
“Then why did you ask me for my opinion?” He asked, genuinely confused until you looked over your shoulder to smirk at him.
“Dunno. Guess I thought your taste had gotten better since you became a city boy or whatever.” Steve narrowed his eyes at you, not quite believing the mischievousness you were displaying.
“God, you are suck a fucking brat.” Your laughter rang in his ears long after it faded into the apartment you both left, and it was the only thing that kept him from cringing at how fucking loud the music was when you both got to the party.
“Oh, look!” You grinned, waving at someone he couldn’t identify. “My classmates are here!” He tried to keep you close, he really did. But it was a battle he was destined to fail in such an environment, and eventually, he lost you to the crowd at some point during the night.
He ended up in the frat house’s garden, trying really hard to locate you without looking like a rude asshole to the girl who had been talking his ear off for the past hour or so. He had almost asked her to shut up about a thousand times, but he knew he was being bitter.
He should probably entertain her. She looked pretty enough, and it’s not like he had put in the effort to find anyone else who’d go home with him tonight.
Any plans he’d have were quickly shattered when you stumbled in his direction, suspiciously giggly as you looked over your shoulder at the boy he recognized from lunch the other day.
“So… Stevie…” You started, clearing your throat after sending an apologetic look at the girl he’d been talking to, who if looks could kill, would have you dead at the spot. He would have told her off if the next words out of your mouth hadn’t shocked him so greatly. “Leo’s gonna take me back to my dorm, if that’s okay with you.”
You pointed at the stupid jock who looked like he had just won the fucking lottery, while Steve felt his heart on his throat. “So I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
You sent a smile at the girl who was still hovering, one she then decided to reciprocate, having realized you weren’t actually a threat to her ambitions for the evening.
“Wait,” he stopped you, hand clasping your wrist and making you trip on your high heels. But he caught you. He’d always catch you. “Don’t go.”
Steve didn’t miss the way you immediately hesitated, coming down from your excitement to try to understand what was going through his mind despite desperately wanting to leave the party with that boy.
“You want me to stay here with you?” You frowned. It was his turn to hesitate because he didn’t know what he wanted. Suddenly, he wanted to be back at his place, with you in his arms, watching whatever crappy movie he could find, just to hear you laugh when he repeated the lines with a poor imitation of the actor’s voice.
“Steve?” Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, as your eyes glanced from him to the girl he’d been talking to. “Are you sure you want me to stay with you?”
You were prepared to abandon your plans to help him if he needed it. But Steve wasn’t bothered by the random stranger in the slightest. He just didn’t want to imagine what your night would be like if you spent it with Leo.
His anxiety seeped through every pore of his body, he was sure of it. He held your wrist so tightly, he wasn’t sure how you weren’t wincing.
“Just… stay,” he tried to make you understand what he wanted even though he wasn’t sure of what that was and somehow, you did get it because of course, you did.
“Steve, come here.” Gently, you pulled him away from both people waiting for the two of 0you so you could talk to him somewhat privately. “What’s wrong? I thought you wanted to stay at the party!”
He changed his weight from one foot to the other, trying to come up with something to say, but he couldn’t. So when you sighed, he already knew he was screwed.
“Listen, Stevie… I know you’re just being overprotective, but you gotta let me live my own college experiences… You know, the same way you’ve been living them while I was away?” He looked down at his feet, trying not to accept that your words made sense so he wouldn’t feel like such a douchebag.
“So, would you do something for me?” You asked, cradling his face to ask him to meet your eyes again. He just nodded. You knew he’d do anything for you. “Will you please let me get a ride with this dumb handsome guy?”
Your evaluation of the jock calmed him down somewhat, and he chuckled. Still, he couldn’t let this go. “Come back to my place,” he asked, wrapping his hand around your wrist once more.
“But Steve…” You tried to argue, but the second his head started shaking from one side to the other, you closed your mouth.
“You can leave with him,” Steve allowed, although it killed him inside. “But come back to my place. Okay?”
He knew this wasn’t much to ask from you. And so you smiled, nodding before standing up on your tip toes to kiss his cheek. “See you later,” you whispered. It was almost enough to calm him down.
But as he watched you leave with another man, he couldn’t help but to think that you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen, and that for the first time in his life, he really wanted to kiss you.
But he didn’t.
He didn’t stay much longer at the party. As attractive as the blond girl was, she couldn’t hold his attention, not when you occupied his every thought.
He just wanted to be alone, and in a place where he didn’t feel like he had to scream his own thoughts to make sense of them. Had these parties always been this loud?
Still, it was late when he got home, and there was no sign from you yet. He checked his phone, no text messages, so he sat on the couch and tried to occupy his mind so he wouldn’t freak out with all of the possibilities of what might be happening between you and Leo right at that moment.
But of course… he couldn’t stop thinking about you.
He recognized your arrival by the sound of your heels on the apartment’s hallway, even though it felt off, somewhat. He opened the door for you before you could even knock on it.
You were startled at first but then smiled, once again standing on your tiptoes to greet him with a kiss on the cheek. “I’m here!” You announced, grinning as you made your way in and threw your purse on the couch, but as you followed suit, Steve couldn’t help the frown that made its way to his face.
“Why are you walking funny?” Your smile dropped instantly, and you started nibbling on your bottom lip as you averted your gaze.
“Oh, I… uh.. It kinda… burns?” Steve could only look at you, unmoving, trying to make sense of what you were saying, but as the seconds ticked by, he realized he just couldn’t.
“Why?” It was a question you clearly were hoping he wouldn’t ask. But he was determined to get to the bottom of this now. So he sat by your side, pulling your hands to his lap and squeezing them. “Petal, please,” he begged, and at last he saw you turn your head to look him in the eye again.
“Oh, you know…” You fidgeted in your seat, looking down at where your hands were joined. “Leo.” Resisting the urge to scoff, Steve shook his head even though you weren’t looking at him anymore.
“No,” he voiced it, because he needed to hear you explain it. “I really don’t know.” Silence followed his statement, a pause much longer than Steve was hoping for, but he didn’t want to push. He was eager to know - desperate, even. So he couldn’t risk scaring you or worse, angering you.
“He… touched me,” you eventually admitted, and he could have sworn his heart stopped beating right then and there. But now that the confession was out, you couldn’t stop talking anymore, all embarrassment gone as you looked him directly in the eyes and commented, “And let me tell you, I really don’t know what all the fuss is about. Do girls really like this? It stings like a bitch, I could honestly do without.”
You tried to get up from the couch then, prepared to leave this entire discussion behind, but Steve hadn’t even processed your first words.
“He… He fingered you in the back of his fucking car?” He asked, voice getting louder at each word until he was yelling by the end of the sentence.
All it earned him was a frown.
“It wasn’t in the back,” you explained. “We were both in the front seat.” The fact that this wasn’t the point seemed completely missed by you, who just stared at him dumbfounded as he gritted his teeth together.
“I’m gonna punch that fucking bastard.” All Steve could think was that you were too innocent, too pure. Too young to be touched like that, especially by someone who didn’t even care enough to do it properly.
He didn’t seem to remember that he’d done much the same thing when he first arrived in college, with girls exactly as old as you were.
But you caught onto it quickly. “Why are you so angry?” You questioned, not understanding why Steve was behaving this way. It was clear he wasn’t angry at you, but his emotions were fluctuating between Leo and himself, and that was enough to have your mind turning, trying to follow his (absent) reasoning.
Until he provided some sort of answer.
“Because you deserve more than that!” He shouted, and you were sure your eyes were as wide as two plates, but as he caught his breath, you realized he wasn’t done, not nearly at all. “You deserve someone who will at least get you wet before they slip anything inside of you.”
He was gonna do it. He was gonna say it. He couldn’t stand the thought of keeping it in for a second longer, not now that he knew how he felt about you.
You deserved to know. But most of all, he deserved to live with the peace of coming to term with his own feelings.
Before he could do just that, you interrupted his plans, a single word uttered in the form of a question, stopping him dead on his tracks.
“…Wet?”
Your confusion was incomprehensible to him, so he just waited to see what else would come of it.
“You mean… like… pee?”
Steve blinked once, then twice. He thought he had misheard you, because there was just no fucking way you didn’t know what he was talking about.
But the longer you two stood there, staring at each other, it became increasingly clear that it was, in fact, the case. And that’s when it hit him.
There were more important things in life than his own feelings. Yours, for instance. And your innocence. He’d do anything to preserve that.
Sighing, he forced himself to take one deep breath as he ran a hand through his face and considered his next move. You were his responsibility. He had to teach you about these things or otherwise all of your other experiences with sex would be as terrible and underwhelming like this one.
“Come here, princess.” At the sound of the familiar pet name, you relaxed, slipping your hand in his and following him towards the couch, where he sat down and pulled you to occupy the seat next to him.
You wanted to be on his lap, but you saw the serious expression he wore. Whatever he was about to say was demanding a lot of him, and you didn’t want to interrupt him.
“No, I don’t mean pee,” he finally got it out, looking up at the ceiling as if to ask for strength to get on with what he needed to do. “When you get excited, petal, it’s natural for your body to produce this sort of… natural lubricant. It prepares you for someone else’s intrusion, so it won’t feel hurtful, but exciting. Do you get it?”
He watched attentively for any micro expressions on your face, and so he caught when your shoulders loosened, tension leaving your body all at once.
“Oh…” Adrenaline shot through his veins at the simple word, alarm bells ringing in his ears, almost making him dizzy. For some reason, the way you averted your gaze and nibbled on your bottom lip, despite keeping your hand in between his, had dread taking over all of his senses.
“You seem embarrassed,” he pressed, squeezing your hand as if to give you the strength to tell him what was going through your head. In reality, he was trying to calm himself down, remember that you were there, right next to him, and as long as he could protect you, you’d be okay.
“It’s just…” You hesitated, playing with the outrageously short hemline of your dress. “I know what that’s like.”
All at once, Steve felt as if someone had punched him, all of the air in his lungs escaping as he let your words wash over him, the reality of the moment weighing him down.
He hated that it disappointed him to know that someone had aroused you, but he was only human. Even worse - he was a man. And he knew that meant he was selfishly egocentric, to the point where he questioned if he would have ever realized his feelings for you if it wasn’t for that damn party tonight.
“Has it happened to you before?” He found himself asking, not sure if he wanted to know or not. The suspense might kill him, but having a name might give him a reason to kill the person, get rid of the being who had the luck of captivating the one who had his heart in the palm of her hands, without even knowing.
You turned your face away, unable to meet his eyes. Truthfully, you were overwhelmed, something inside of you knowing that what you were about to admit was a bit much, too intimate, too personal.
But this was Steve. Your Steve. And at the end of the day, you trusted him with your life. If you couldn’t talk to him about this, you’d never be able to talk about it to anyone and Lord knows after what happened tonight, you clearly needed all the help you could get.
“Yeah,” you breathed out in a soft sigh. “It happens to me all the time.” You felt his hand squeeze yours again, eliciting a small smile from you. You loved how safe he made you feel, you loved knowing he was there for you, especially after having spent so long without him.
“When?” Frowning, you looked up at him with confusion in your eyes. You’d assumed it was obvious, but apparently, it wasn’t.
“When I’m around you.” The way his eyes danced as he stared, transfixed, at you, had heat radiating from your chest, and despite the little clothing you were wearing, you suddenly started to sweat.
Meanwhile, Steve’s brain had short-circuited. All he could think was that he wanted to kiss you. God, he wanted to kiss you. He wanted to kiss you so fucking badly.
And so he did.
You yelped in shock, but didn’t protest or pull away, taking a little while to close your eyes and give into the movement of his lips but mostly because you had very little experience and knowing it was Steve’s tongue brushing against your lower lip had you trembling in between his arms.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered when you two had to part for breath, his warmth making you shiver as you watched with wide eyes the fact that he still hadn’t opened his.
You shifted in the seat of the comfortable couch, somehow not able to find an appropriate position to relax when it hit you - the reason for your discomfort wasn’t external, but in your very body.
You were dripping, the wetness that had been absent when it was Leo’s tongue inside your mouth only hours before now overflowing, ruining your underwear to the point where your juices now slathered the insides of your thighs.
“Oh, Steve, look!” You pulled the hand of his you were holding to bring it underneath the skirt of your dress, until he could run his digits over the soft skin of your flesh and see it for himself.
“See? Now it’s all wet and nice.” You gazed up at him expectantly, eager to see what he had to say, but at his lack of response, you continued, “It always gets like this when you’re near…”
You were interrupted from your mindless babbling when his fingers slipped underneath your panties, swiping between your lower lips with determination as they took in your wetness and used it to lubricate you thoroughly, rubbing something that had you feeling all warm inside.
“Oh, it - it actually feels kind of good now?” You acknowledged, body weakening under his ministrations until you were feeling all nice and light-headed.
You were fucking dripping and Steve could taste it. His cock twitched in his pants, despite the restraining material of his jeans. He was gonna cum just from this, fuck.
“Steve…” You whispered, eyes fluttering shut as your fingers curled around his wrist, but you didn’t try to stop him. It was more like you wanted to be sure he would keep his fingers right there, touching you, giving you pleasure.
He wanted to fuck you so fucking badly. You were so sensitive, every little movement of his digits eliciting a moan from you. The scent of your arousal had taken over the room by now and he wanted to inhale it directly, bury himself against your cunt and drown in it.
You were his. Fuck, you were all his.
Eyes heavy-lidded with desire, he took in the sounds you were making as he shoved his fingers deeper inside of you, making you squirm away from the unknown stimulation instinctively.
“Where do you think you’re going? Stay,” he ordered quietly, and you immediately froze. “Don’t you want more of this?” A sigh, his nose gently rubbing against your cheek. “I just want to please you, princess.”
He waited, his heart pounding as you blinked up at him, unable to think properly. But you didn’t need any part of your rational conscience to make this decision.
You knew what you wanted. You knew Steve. You’d always trust Steve, forever.
“I do.” The second the words were out, his lips were on yours. Steve hummed in delight at your sweet taste, shivering at your little satisfied sounds that he swallowed eagerly as he squeezed the soft flesh of your hips.
“Then stay,” he begged when you had to part for air, hands coming up to cradle your face so he could brush your cheeks with his thumbs. “Right here, with me.”
Summary: The Wolverine's presence in your life took a turn you did not expect.
Word count: 3.1k
Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), a bit of ass slapping (both in public and privately), a bit of praise and pain kink, begging, coercion during sex (it's confusing but consensual). And I think that's it.
A/N: So, I just want to wish the the happiest of birthdays to my beautiful @buckyownsmylife 🥳🎉, and thank her for the amazing work she shares with us everytime and for motivating me to start writing here. You know I love your Logan stories and I only hope you like this one ᵇᵘᵗ ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵖʳᵉˢˢᵘʳᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ⁱᵗ. As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*.
ᴺᵒᵗ ᵐʸ ᵍⁱᶠ ¯ ᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵒʳ
It all started the first time you saw him walking out of Charles’ office.
You were chatting with Jean; she was doing her best to explain how you should concentrate and put aside your power when it came to talking, when a big shadow and a thick voice distracted you.
“Yes, Charles!” Squawked the man. “You don’t have to repeat it every time we see each other.”
“You know I’m right, Logan. And yet, you still decide to ignore me.”
Jean stopped talking and both of you observed the scene with interest.
“Fuck it, professor.” He haughty spat and walked in the opposite direction, right to the closest door.
“He should apologize for talking to him like that, don’t you think?” You whispered to Jean, to which she only nodded.
The man, Logan –as Charles called him, abruptly stopped and turned to see the blue eyed, confusion all over his face. Both men turned to see you as if it was the first time.
Then again, it was for one of them.
“Logan…” The professor reproached when he saw his previous interlocutor redirected his way to you.
Jean was long gone at that moment.
“What did you do?” Was his first question.
“I-I didn't do a-anything.” You stuttered at the same time you shrug your shoulders.
“Of course you did! I had a sudden urge to apologize to Charles for how I talked to him. How did you do that?”
“Y/N has the gift of convention, to call it that way. But she doesn’t control it just yet.” Xavier came to your defense. Logan looked at him, waiting for an explanation. “Her body produces pheromones that allow her to verbally control other people’s actions. But, for some reason, she couldn’t do it with you. It must be your healing factor that makes you immune.”
The dark eyed man turned to you again, got dangerously close and said, “So, Y/N,” He took a lock of your hair and instinctively you stepped back. “Aren't you going to say sorry for what you almost made me do?”
You flipped and apologized in an almost inaudible whisper. You felt Charles' presence in your head, probably making sure you wouldn’t say something out of line, causing Logan to be more pissed. Logan’s body moved away from yours and shot off in his initial direction.
When he was out of sight, you let out the oxygen you didn’t know you were holding.
As the days went by, you would find him everywhere. At the garden when you were studying, in front of the classrooms before your every class, waiting for you by the door of your room at the end of the day.
He said he wanted to learn how you used your powers with others, but you never fell for his provocations. Not until that day he spanked your asscheek in front of your classmates, freezing you in the spot. Scott was about to touch your shoulder when you asked him to step back. All of the presents did as you said, except for the now satisfied Wolverine, who stood in his exact position with the biggest smile on his lips.
“I see.” He smiled widely. “That’s how you made friends so easily here.”
Your blood boiled; the only solution to appease the smoke that was about to come out of your ears was to slap him hard with the back of your hand. It was when his head turned to the left that you realized your actions. You apologized again and got out of there.
You wouldn't admit it if you were asked, but it was not Logan you were mad at. At least, not in its totality. Your anger was rather directed to yourself the second you realized that you were not actually hating on Logan's manners but quite the opposite.
Days became weeks and the presence of your new friend only became more and more annoying. The contact between his hand and your ass became a recurrent thing, inviting you to use your ability with whoever that found themselves close to show him how it worked. Of course, you didn't give him the satisfaction and walked away with your tongue strongly held between your teeth and your cheeks burning with both rage and embarrassment.
More often than not you'd feel yourself getting wet by the thought of his big hands squeezing your butt as he railed you senseless.
Which was one of the reasons you'd rather stay away from him. You didn't know if those thoughts of yours would somehow make their way inside Logan's head, giving him yet another excuse to bug you.
That day, it was late when you arrived at the mansion and your shoes were killing you slowly. You couldn't wait to take them off.
A big figure was leaning against your door frame; big arms crossed and a foot lazily pressed against the wall, a view you were getting used to. Rolling your eyes, you decided to ignore him. Maybe that way he’ll leave faster and you wouldn't have to deal with another ruined pair of panties.
“You won’t say ‘hello’?” His lips brushed your ear from behind while you opened the door and you unconsciously closed your eyes for a second.
“I don’t see why I should do that.” You entered your room, with all the intention of closing the door as soon as possible. “Good night.”
You did not achieve your goal though, thanks to a brown boot that got lodged between the door and the frame.
“What do you want?” You fully opened the door to let him see your annoyance better, but he took it as an invitation and entered. “Sure, come in.” You murmured and the man stopped just like in past times.
“I came with a proposal.” And as simple as that, he plopped in your bed.
“I’m all ears.”
You hadn't even had time to turn on the light, so you turned to look for the switch. When you finally located it, you felt a pair of hands on your stomach. By inertia, you held the air in your lungs.
Logan’s hands caressed from your waist to your belly and his lips searched for a spot to locate in the curve of your shoulder. Needless to say, your breath could create a whirlpool in front of you at that point.
“I've come to the conclusion that you don't like this little game we’ve been playing.”
You let go of his grip and turned to see him, aware of the pool already forming between your legs.
“Wasn’t it clear from the beginning? I don't like your little game.” You took a step back, trying to put some distance to avoid doing something stupid.
“Same thing. What about we leave everything for good if…”
“If…?” You were willing to do anything to keep that walking temptation away.
He moved closer, cornering you against the door, hands against the wood on each side of your head. His breath hitting your face as his eyes descended to your lips.
Logan tainted you, brushing your nose with his, making the slightest contact of his lips with the corner of yours, having you closing your eyes, waiting for the moment he'd kiss you, but said moment didn't come.
Instead, he separated from you and said, “If you sincerely apologize to me.” He smiled as he only knew.
Your eyes almost popped out of their sockets from the impression of his request. He sounded like a broken record.
“I already apologized to you for what happened. Twice!” Your ears were red with anger. There was no way you would ask for his forgiveness again.
“You look hotter when you're angry.”
The color left your ears to locate in your cheeks. What did he say? That you looked hotter, not just hot?
Your brain worked a thousand an hour; It didn't take you long to understand his comment, but you didn't know what to say. Your whole lexicon, stuck in your throat.
“I-I” You couldn't get to say anything more when he stamped his lips with yours.
His fingers dug in your hair, pressing you to stay close so he could keep sucking at your lips. When his other hand traveled down your back and located under your skirt to take possession of your ass, you were a goner.
You parted your lips, letting Logan's tongue in, which you brushed with your own in a steamy fight for dominance.
Breathing didn't seem to be an impediment for either of you, but the second you pulled at Logan's hair and you heard him groan, he ended the kiss and stepped back.
“You've no idea of what you just did.” He ripped his flannel open, buttons clacking on the wooden floor as he threw the ruined piece of cloth aside.
“Maybe I do.” You said as you reached for the zipper of your dress, lowering with the teasingly slow sound of it being opened. When it finally pooled at your ankles, you felt really proud of the reaction to your cute lingerie the man in front of you had.
Logan bit his lip, imagining how it would be to lick your every inch, to have you trembling underneath his touch when his tongue, buried in your sweet pussy, made you cum again and again.
Stepping out of the dress, you kicked it to the front, almost hitting Logan with the soft material.
You giggled as he catched it in the air, only to send it on top of his unwanted flannel.
“Thought you didn't like this game.” He took off his boots, sending them flying across the room.
“A girl can change her mind.” You said, shortening the distance between you two to run your hands in his firm chest. “Can't she?”
“Yes, she can.” And just like that, he lifted you up your feet and tossed you to the center of your bed. “'Course she can.”
He settled between your legs, face so close to yours that his breath fanned over your lips.
You were impatient, your eyes, trying to catch his own to beg him to do something, but his gaze was fixated somewhere else. Your breast, hugged and trapped in that cute little bra of yours. He saw them rising up and going down with your desperation, too immersed in the thought of taking them in his mouth. It took him by surprise when you dug your nails in his shoulders and dragged them down, drawing eight perfect red lines that were quick to disappear but worked to get his attention back.
“A picture would last longer.” You teased, making him look at your face again.
His hands wandered along your sides and over the fabric. “Too bad I don't have my camera with me.”
SWISH
“What the hell?!” The exclamation came louder than you intended. Not in fear but astonishment.
The adamantium came out of his knuckles, and as he managed to cut clean both bands without touching your skin, you wondered how many times had he done that trick before.
The metal was sharp and cold. Logan ran both claws over your heated flesh, settling them under the straps that had no use anymore and you felt your core throbbing, a new wave of arousal pooling between your legs. “As much as I am enjoying this view,” Two soft snaps followed his pause, and you felt your ruined bra giving in. “I can't wait to taste what's underneath.”
At what point did he retract the claws, you didn't know, but the second he uncovered your tits to take one in his mouth and stimulate the other with his rough fingers, you figured you didn't care.
His tongue would swirl around your nipple, sucking on the hardened bud and torturously grazing his teeth over it. The wet sounds of his lips as he left a path of kisses to your other boob to treat it the same way, filling the air along with the uncontrollable moans that you produced.
While Logan happily feasted, you did your best to rock your hips up, wanting to have some sort of friction to ease your need for him. And he, as the jerk he was, pressed further into you, letting you feel his hard on over the thick material of his jeans.
“Damn it, Logan.” Your fingers found his scalp, his grunt when you yanked at his hair, impacting directly in your clit. “Just fuck me already.”
His assault to your breast stopped immediately, hands and mouth ungluing from your body almost instinctively as you both understood what had happened.
“Shit. I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean…”
Logan stood up and you froze.
There you were, half naked, pathetically drenching the sheets under you and waiting to see the Wolverine's mad reaction to your unintentional order.
But before you could start justifying yourself, Logan was unfastening his jeans and stepping out of his underwear, revealing his erect, bouncing length already leaking precum.
In a swift motion, Logan tore your panties, no need to use the claws to get rid of them. His bare hands were enough to make them useless shreds that wouldn't even work as a rag.
“You know,” He said as he made his way on top of you again, caressing your thigh as his tip came in contact with your glistening pussy. “I didn't want you to apologize for making your way inside my head.” He ran his shaft along your lips, coating himself with your arousal and enjoying the little meowls you let out. “I wanted you to do it, for not leaving it.”
And with an energetic, determined thrust he pushed inside. Your toes curled and your back arched, brushing your sensitive nipples against his chest.
He settled a slow rhythm at first, giving you time to adjust to the new intruder.
After a few thrusts, you were ready for him to go faster, moaning softly every time you felt his veins brushing over your walls. But instead of telling him to increase the pace, you bit your tongue and covered your mouth with your palm, not wanting him to think you were taking advantage of your powers in that particular situation.
But Logan did not like that.
He wanted you to be loud, to let him know how much you were enjoying the moment, so he did the first thing that crossed his mind: he took your hands in his and intertwined his fingers with yours, setting them on each side of your head.
Biting your lip, Logan drank your every moan. “You want me to go faster?” He pointed out each word with a thrust. “Want me to ruin this pretty, little pussy?”
“Yes, yes!” You finally gave in. “I want you to ruin my pussy.”
“Say no more.”
His hips snapped with more force this time, kicking the air out of your lungs and any thought of inhibition out of your head.
Logan hammered fast, loving the cries slipping out of you. Your legs hugged his hips, locking him to your body.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” He buried his face in the curve of your shoulder. “You're so tight around my cook. Taking me so well.” Praises rained on you, an inevitable sense of pride invading your soul. “This pussy is mine now” One of his hands let go of yours, tapping its way down to your clit, which he circled diligently. “You hear that?”
“Oh, God!” You whimpered, hips jolting to meet Logan's thrusts and fingers.
You were a mess, hair tangled, lips parted, and body jerking in a desperate attempt to reach your orgasm.
The back of your head was buried in the pillow, your tits in perfect display as Logan sneaked his hand to your lower back to bring you up with him.
Sitting on the bed, Logan helped you ride his cock, palm going up and down your spine with each roll of your hips, sending goosebumps from your head to toe.
At some point, you felt Logan's hands settling in your ass, only for them to abruptly smack it. You let out a surprised wail, but did nothing to stop him from doing it again. “You like this?” He asked as his big palm repeated the action. “Knew you did.” Logan caressed the slowly redden spot delicately as his lips found your jaw, leaving a quick, almost imperceptible kiss there. “Knew you always did.”
A tormenting set of smacks followed his words, having your walls squeezing him hard each time his hand landed on your sensitive skin, making you throw your head back.
The sounds leaving your mouth were almost inhuman, the hoarse screams of ecstasy, mixing with the wet symphony your bodies created with each encounter.
“Tell me what you want, sweet thing. You wanna cum?” His words fell on your shoulder, the ragged tone of his voice, making you clench down again.
“Let me cum, please!” You did not care if the people next to your room heard you, not even if Charles was aware of what was happening. You needed your release. “Let me cum!”
But as much as Logan was loving listening to you begging, that was not what he had in mind.
“Nuh, you know how to.”
He was face to face with you now, waiting for it to hit you.
And he didn't have to wait long.
“Make me cum.” There was no pause this time. Logan's strong grip didn't falter when he snapped his hips up to meet you in the middle, making the bed shake, having the headboard hitting the wall repeatedly. “Yes, yes, make me cum!” You repeated as a mantra. Logan's tip, hitting that sweet spot with every thrust.
Logan grunted when he felt your walls clamping around his cock. Your imminent orgasm, approaching fast.
“Cum for me, baby.” His words, combined with one last smack, were all you needed to reach your high.
The coil snapped and the word disappeared behind the hundred sensations invading you, behind the feeling of Logan's fingers digging in your soft flesh as he grew closer to his own release.
Your hands went for his hair again, yanking at it, unleashing an animalistic growl that was followed by Logan's spent painting your walls.
You felt strangely empty when he pulled out to lay you in the bed. His big body, joining you seconds after.
“We should make this a habit.” He said out of breath, locking an arm possessively on your waist to drag you closer to him. “See what other things you can make with those powers.”
“As long as you don't want to try them with an audience again, I'm in.”
“It's not my fault you look delicious with everything you wear.” He said in your ear, his raspy tone awakening that lustful fire within you once again.
“You'll have to behave, or I'll make you.”
And as he rolled in the bed to pin you under him, you knew he took your words, not as a warning, but as a challenge.
My darling, I have no idea how I missed this, but I love it SO! Thank you so much for writing such incredible smut and with my favorite man! I love you!
Summary: The Wolverine's presence in your life took a turn you did not expect.
Word count: 3.1k
Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), a bit of ass slapping (both in public and privately), a bit of praise and pain kink, begging, coercion during sex (it's confusing but consensual). And I think that's it.
A/N: So, I just want to wish the the happiest of birthdays to my beautiful @buckyownsmylife 🥳🎉, and thank her for the amazing work she shares with us everytime and for motivating me to start writing here. You know I love your Logan stories and I only hope you like this one ᵇᵘᵗ ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵖʳᵉˢˢᵘʳᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ⁱᵗ. As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*.
ᴺᵒᵗ ᵐʸ ᵍⁱᶠ ¯ ᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵒʳ
It all started the first time you saw him walking out of Charles’ office.
You were chatting with Jean; she was doing her best to explain how you should concentrate and put aside your power when it came to talking, when a big shadow and a thick voice distracted you.
“Yes, Charles!” Squawked the man. “You don’t have to repeat it every time we see each other.”
“You know I’m right, Logan. And yet, you still decide to ignore me.”
Jean stopped talking and both of you observed the scene with interest.
“Fuck it, professor.” He haughty spat and walked in the opposite direction, right to the closest door.
“He should apologize for talking to him like that, don’t you think?” You whispered to Jean, to which she only nodded.
The man, Logan –as Charles called him, abruptly stopped and turned to see the blue eyed, confusion all over his face. Both men turned to see you as if it was the first time.
Then again, it was for one of them.
“Logan…” The professor reproached when he saw his previous interlocutor redirected his way to you.
Jean was long gone at that moment.
“What did you do?” Was his first question.
“I-I didn't do a-anything.” You stuttered at the same time you shrug your shoulders.
“Of course you did! I had a sudden urge to apologize to Charles for how I talked to him. How did you do that?”
“Y/N has the gift of convention, to call it that way. But she doesn’t control it just yet.” Xavier came to your defense. Logan looked at him, waiting for an explanation. “Her body produces pheromones that allow her to verbally control other people’s actions. But, for some reason, she couldn’t do it with you. It must be your healing factor that makes you immune.”
The dark eyed man turned to you again, got dangerously close and said, “So, Y/N,” He took a lock of your hair and instinctively you stepped back. “Aren't you going to say sorry for what you almost made me do?”
You flipped and apologized in an almost inaudible whisper. You felt Charles' presence in your head, probably making sure you wouldn’t say something out of line, causing Logan to be more pissed. Logan’s body moved away from yours and shot off in his initial direction.
When he was out of sight, you let out the oxygen you didn’t know you were holding.
As the days went by, you would find him everywhere. At the garden when you were studying, in front of the classrooms before your every class, waiting for you by the door of your room at the end of the day.
He said he wanted to learn how you used your powers with others, but you never fell for his provocations. Not until that day he spanked your asscheek in front of your classmates, freezing you in the spot. Scott was about to touch your shoulder when you asked him to step back. All of the presents did as you said, except for the now satisfied Wolverine, who stood in his exact position with the biggest smile on his lips.
“I see.” He smiled widely. “That’s how you made friends so easily here.”
Your blood boiled; the only solution to appease the smoke that was about to come out of your ears was to slap him hard with the back of your hand. It was when his head turned to the left that you realized your actions. You apologized again and got out of there.
You wouldn't admit it if you were asked, but it was not Logan you were mad at. At least, not in its totality. Your anger was rather directed to yourself the second you realized that you were not actually hating on Logan's manners but quite the opposite.
Days became weeks and the presence of your new friend only became more and more annoying. The contact between his hand and your ass became a recurrent thing, inviting you to use your ability with whoever that found themselves close to show him how it worked. Of course, you didn't give him the satisfaction and walked away with your tongue strongly held between your teeth and your cheeks burning with both rage and embarrassment.
More often than not you'd feel yourself getting wet by the thought of his big hands squeezing your butt as he railed you senseless.
Which was one of the reasons you'd rather stay away from him. You didn't know if those thoughts of yours would somehow make their way inside Logan's head, giving him yet another excuse to bug you.
That day, it was late when you arrived at the mansion and your shoes were killing you slowly. You couldn't wait to take them off.
A big figure was leaning against your door frame; big arms crossed and a foot lazily pressed against the wall, a view you were getting used to. Rolling your eyes, you decided to ignore him. Maybe that way he’ll leave faster and you wouldn't have to deal with another ruined pair of panties.
“You won’t say ‘hello’?” His lips brushed your ear from behind while you opened the door and you unconsciously closed your eyes for a second.
“I don’t see why I should do that.” You entered your room, with all the intention of closing the door as soon as possible. “Good night.”
You did not achieve your goal though, thanks to a brown boot that got lodged between the door and the frame.
“What do you want?” You fully opened the door to let him see your annoyance better, but he took it as an invitation and entered. “Sure, come in.” You murmured and the man stopped just like in past times.
“I came with a proposal.” And as simple as that, he plopped in your bed.
“I’m all ears.”
You hadn't even had time to turn on the light, so you turned to look for the switch. When you finally located it, you felt a pair of hands on your stomach. By inertia, you held the air in your lungs.
Logan’s hands caressed from your waist to your belly and his lips searched for a spot to locate in the curve of your shoulder. Needless to say, your breath could create a whirlpool in front of you at that point.
“I've come to the conclusion that you don't like this little game we’ve been playing.”
You let go of his grip and turned to see him, aware of the pool already forming between your legs.
“Wasn’t it clear from the beginning? I don't like your little game.” You took a step back, trying to put some distance to avoid doing something stupid.
“Same thing. What about we leave everything for good if…”
“If…?” You were willing to do anything to keep that walking temptation away.
He moved closer, cornering you against the door, hands against the wood on each side of your head. His breath hitting your face as his eyes descended to your lips.
Logan tainted you, brushing your nose with his, making the slightest contact of his lips with the corner of yours, having you closing your eyes, waiting for the moment he'd kiss you, but said moment didn't come.
Instead, he separated from you and said, “If you sincerely apologize to me.” He smiled as he only knew.
Your eyes almost popped out of their sockets from the impression of his request. He sounded like a broken record.
“I already apologized to you for what happened. Twice!” Your ears were red with anger. There was no way you would ask for his forgiveness again.
“You look hotter when you're angry.”
The color left your ears to locate in your cheeks. What did he say? That you looked hotter, not just hot?
Your brain worked a thousand an hour; It didn't take you long to understand his comment, but you didn't know what to say. Your whole lexicon, stuck in your throat.
“I-I” You couldn't get to say anything more when he stamped his lips with yours.
His fingers dug in your hair, pressing you to stay close so he could keep sucking at your lips. When his other hand traveled down your back and located under your skirt to take possession of your ass, you were a goner.
You parted your lips, letting Logan's tongue in, which you brushed with your own in a steamy fight for dominance.
Breathing didn't seem to be an impediment for either of you, but the second you pulled at Logan's hair and you heard him groan, he ended the kiss and stepped back.
“You've no idea of what you just did.” He ripped his flannel open, buttons clacking on the wooden floor as he threw the ruined piece of cloth aside.
“Maybe I do.” You said as you reached for the zipper of your dress, lowering with the teasingly slow sound of it being opened. When it finally pooled at your ankles, you felt really proud of the reaction to your cute lingerie the man in front of you had.
Logan bit his lip, imagining how it would be to lick your every inch, to have you trembling underneath his touch when his tongue, buried in your sweet pussy, made you cum again and again.
Stepping out of the dress, you kicked it to the front, almost hitting Logan with the soft material.
You giggled as he catched it in the air, only to send it on top of his unwanted flannel.
“Thought you didn't like this game.” He took off his boots, sending them flying across the room.
“A girl can change her mind.” You said, shortening the distance between you two to run your hands in his firm chest. “Can't she?”
“Yes, she can.” And just like that, he lifted you up your feet and tossed you to the center of your bed. “'Course she can.”
He settled between your legs, face so close to yours that his breath fanned over your lips.
You were impatient, your eyes, trying to catch his own to beg him to do something, but his gaze was fixated somewhere else. Your breast, hugged and trapped in that cute little bra of yours. He saw them rising up and going down with your desperation, too immersed in the thought of taking them in his mouth. It took him by surprise when you dug your nails in his shoulders and dragged them down, drawing eight perfect red lines that were quick to disappear but worked to get his attention back.
“A picture would last longer.” You teased, making him look at your face again.
His hands wandered along your sides and over the fabric. “Too bad I don't have my camera with me.”
SWISH
“What the hell?!” The exclamation came louder than you intended. Not in fear but astonishment.
The adamantium came out of his knuckles, and as he managed to cut clean both bands without touching your skin, you wondered how many times had he done that trick before.
The metal was sharp and cold. Logan ran both claws over your heated flesh, settling them under the straps that had no use anymore and you felt your core throbbing, a new wave of arousal pooling between your legs. “As much as I am enjoying this view,” Two soft snaps followed his pause, and you felt your ruined bra giving in. “I can't wait to taste what's underneath.”
At what point did he retract the claws, you didn't know, but the second he uncovered your tits to take one in his mouth and stimulate the other with his rough fingers, you figured you didn't care.
His tongue would swirl around your nipple, sucking on the hardened bud and torturously grazing his teeth over it. The wet sounds of his lips as he left a path of kisses to your other boob to treat it the same way, filling the air along with the uncontrollable moans that you produced.
While Logan happily feasted, you did your best to rock your hips up, wanting to have some sort of friction to ease your need for him. And he, as the jerk he was, pressed further into you, letting you feel his hard on over the thick material of his jeans.
“Damn it, Logan.” Your fingers found his scalp, his grunt when you yanked at his hair, impacting directly in your clit. “Just fuck me already.”
His assault to your breast stopped immediately, hands and mouth ungluing from your body almost instinctively as you both understood what had happened.
“Shit. I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean…”
Logan stood up and you froze.
There you were, half naked, pathetically drenching the sheets under you and waiting to see the Wolverine's mad reaction to your unintentional order.
But before you could start justifying yourself, Logan was unfastening his jeans and stepping out of his underwear, revealing his erect, bouncing length already leaking precum.
In a swift motion, Logan tore your panties, no need to use the claws to get rid of them. His bare hands were enough to make them useless shreds that wouldn't even work as a rag.
“You know,” He said as he made his way on top of you again, caressing your thigh as his tip came in contact with your glistening pussy. “I didn't want you to apologize for making your way inside my head.” He ran his shaft along your lips, coating himself with your arousal and enjoying the little meowls you let out. “I wanted you to do it, for not leaving it.”
And with an energetic, determined thrust he pushed inside. Your toes curled and your back arched, brushing your sensitive nipples against his chest.
He settled a slow rhythm at first, giving you time to adjust to the new intruder.
After a few thrusts, you were ready for him to go faster, moaning softly every time you felt his veins brushing over your walls. But instead of telling him to increase the pace, you bit your tongue and covered your mouth with your palm, not wanting him to think you were taking advantage of your powers in that particular situation.
But Logan did not like that.
He wanted you to be loud, to let him know how much you were enjoying the moment, so he did the first thing that crossed his mind: he took your hands in his and intertwined his fingers with yours, setting them on each side of your head.
Biting your lip, Logan drank your every moan. “You want me to go faster?” He pointed out each word with a thrust. “Want me to ruin this pretty, little pussy?”
“Yes, yes!” You finally gave in. “I want you to ruin my pussy.”
“Say no more.”
His hips snapped with more force this time, kicking the air out of your lungs and any thought of inhibition out of your head.
Logan hammered fast, loving the cries slipping out of you. Your legs hugged his hips, locking him to your body.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” He buried his face in the curve of your shoulder. “You're so tight around my cook. Taking me so well.” Praises rained on you, an inevitable sense of pride invading your soul. “This pussy is mine now” One of his hands let go of yours, tapping its way down to your clit, which he circled diligently. “You hear that?”
“Oh, God!” You whimpered, hips jolting to meet Logan's thrusts and fingers.
You were a mess, hair tangled, lips parted, and body jerking in a desperate attempt to reach your orgasm.
The back of your head was buried in the pillow, your tits in perfect display as Logan sneaked his hand to your lower back to bring you up with him.
Sitting on the bed, Logan helped you ride his cock, palm going up and down your spine with each roll of your hips, sending goosebumps from your head to toe.
At some point, you felt Logan's hands settling in your ass, only for them to abruptly smack it. You let out a surprised wail, but did nothing to stop him from doing it again. “You like this?” He asked as his big palm repeated the action. “Knew you did.” Logan caressed the slowly redden spot delicately as his lips found your jaw, leaving a quick, almost imperceptible kiss there. “Knew you always did.”
A tormenting set of smacks followed his words, having your walls squeezing him hard each time his hand landed on your sensitive skin, making you throw your head back.
The sounds leaving your mouth were almost inhuman, the hoarse screams of ecstasy, mixing with the wet symphony your bodies created with each encounter.
“Tell me what you want, sweet thing. You wanna cum?” His words fell on your shoulder, the ragged tone of his voice, making you clench down again.
“Let me cum, please!” You did not care if the people next to your room heard you, not even if Charles was aware of what was happening. You needed your release. “Let me cum!”
But as much as Logan was loving listening to you begging, that was not what he had in mind.
“Nuh, you know how to.”
He was face to face with you now, waiting for it to hit you.
And he didn't have to wait long.
“Make me cum.” There was no pause this time. Logan's strong grip didn't falter when he snapped his hips up to meet you in the middle, making the bed shake, having the headboard hitting the wall repeatedly. “Yes, yes, make me cum!” You repeated as a mantra. Logan's tip, hitting that sweet spot with every thrust.
Logan grunted when he felt your walls clamping around his cock. Your imminent orgasm, approaching fast.
“Cum for me, baby.” His words, combined with one last smack, were all you needed to reach your high.
The coil snapped and the word disappeared behind the hundred sensations invading you, behind the feeling of Logan's fingers digging in your soft flesh as he grew closer to his own release.
Your hands went for his hair again, yanking at it, unleashing an animalistic growl that was followed by Logan's spent painting your walls.
You felt strangely empty when he pulled out to lay you in the bed. His big body, joining you seconds after.
“We should make this a habit.” He said out of breath, locking an arm possessively on your waist to drag you closer to him. “See what other things you can make with those powers.”
“As long as you don't want to try them with an audience again, I'm in.”
“It's not my fault you look delicious with everything you wear.” He said in your ear, his raspy tone awakening that lustful fire within you once again.
“You'll have to behave, or I'll make you.”
And as he rolled in the bed to pin you under him, you knew he took your words, not as a warning, but as a challenge.
Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), unprotected sex (don’t do that, kids. be responsible), slight begging, (kind of unjustified) jealous and possessive Bucky, reader being a bit murderous (but nothing too expicit). I think that’s it.
A/N: This thing’s been on my WIPs forever and I finally finished it. Yay me! Pls, don’t let it flop, I’m pretty proud of this one. As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*.
Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), unprotected sex (don’t do that, kids. be responsible), slight begging, (kind of unjustified) jealous and possessive Bucky, reader being a bit murderous (but nothing too expicit). I think that’s it.
A/N: This thing’s been on my WIPs forever and I finally finished it. Yay me! Pls, don’t let it flop, I’m pretty proud of this one. As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*.
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