Quick and Dirty - Alpha!Logan/Omega!Avenger reader
Logan is on loan to The Avengers, and accompanies you and your pack alphas on a mission where your special skills are needed. But you just. Can't. Focus.
Not with that hot, wild, gruff alpha assigned to guard your back.
Noticing how off you are, Logan offers to put you ON your back and fill you up like you need so you can get your head in the game.
Quick and dirty, he promises.
And it was.
Word count: 1,895. Also on AO3
Smut! No knotting in my omegaverse! Omegas crave Alpha Cum. Unprotected P/V sex, sub reader, Technopath Reader. Alpha Steve and Alpha Bucky are teammates. Casual sex with alphas is a standard part of omega care and their cum is literally required to keep omegas healthy and strong. Sex positive af, no jealousy. Roast master Bucky.
You were supposed to be focused.
You were supposed to be confident.
You were supposed to be a professional.
But what you actually were was insanely distracted.
There was intel to extract, a security system to bypass, cameras to loop, and thirty floors between you and the objective.
You were the key to the entire mission.
You were the only one who could do it- your skillset too precise, work too delicate to hand off to anyone else.
Why?
You were a bit of a technopath.
Hadn’t mastered your powers yet but one check of your “books” will tell quite a tale of successful hacking jobs and quite a resume.
Little hacking knowledge, little technopathing through tough spots like walking a tight rope.
Some might consider it cheating, but why not use all your skills to your advantage?
You could fix the dishwasher without touching it, rid computers of virus’ and never leave a digital print.
But a fighter, you were not.
Which was exactly why Logan was paired with you, he’d be the first to admit a fighter was pretty much all he was.
A fighter and a willing bullet shield.
Logan was the perfect person to watch your back while you worked.
Steve and Bucky were good teammates and alphas, but they had special skills of their own that were needed elsewhere.
Both of them were off handling the perimeter, silent, bloodless take downs to buy you as much time as possible.
You, on the other hand, were on ground level, inside the building, and about to hack the enemy’s computer server.
You just...couldn’t start. You were nervous.
One misstep and the building would go into lock down.
You had the hands. The know-how and the ability to cheese your way through tough spots if you lacked the know-how.
But not the focus. Not right now.
And Logan, never exactly the most tactful man, had picked up on it ten minutes ago and was getting impatient.
“You gonna tell me what’s crawled up under your skin,” he muttered as he crouched next to you behind a stack of crates, “or you gonna keep pretendin’ your slick isn’t makin’ you uncomfortable?”
“I’m fine,” you hissed, pulling your pack tighter over your shoulder as you started to work on the electrical panel near the floor.
But you knew you were working slower than you should be on the way in.
Taking longer than usual while you hacked some cheap security camera and digital locks, being extra careful to double check before you did anything for fear of making a mistake.
“You ain’t.” Logan’s tone was flat.
Not scolding.
Not mocking.
Just stating fact.
“You’ve been off all day. Breathing fast, can’t keep your hands steady. Practically flinched when I touched your waist back in the stairwell. You usually love that shit.”
“I didn’t flinch.”
“Didn’t moan either, but hell if your scent didn’t spike like I fingered you through your fuckin’ suit.”
You stared straight ahead, refusing to meet his eyes.
He exhaled, then leaned in close to show his sincerity. Your breath caught.
“Look, I don’t care if this is about heat sneakin’ up on you, or if it’s just my voice makin’ your hormones act stupid. But if you don’t handle it, you’re gonna fuck this mission up.”
You clenched your jaw. “What do you want me to do about it?”
His answer came immediately.
“Let me fuck you.”
Your head whipped toward him, eyes wide. “Are you serious?”
Logan shrugged, “Yeah. Right here, right now. Get it outta your system so you can focus."
“You’re out of your mind!” but the words were hollow.
“I can get the job done quick.” His eyes flicked down, then up again-slow. Your clit throbbed at the look he gave you; clearly, your scent had been getting to him too.
“You’re soaked. I could have you on your back and bare in ten seconds, stuffed and satisfied in ninety. I don’t need candles and music. I need you sharp.”
You swallowed hard, thighs pressing together as your clit throbbed, begging you to say yes.
Because the worst part was… he wasn’t wrong.
Your body was begging for it. And everything Logan did -every rough word, every casual flex of muscle- was making it worse.
Fuck, you wanted him so badly.
“I’ll be quick,” he said, voice lower now. “Won’t even kiss you. Just fuck it out of you, quick and dirty. You get your head back, I keep watch, and we move on. No big deal.”
You hesitated.
He stared at you, steady and still, like he already knew how this ended.
“Unless,” Logan murmured, “you wanna keep trying to ignore it and end up slipping a hand between your legs inside the server room like a fuckin’ amateur.”
Part of you hated him for saying that.
Mostly because it was starting to sound like a really, really good idea.
----
You didn’t answer right away.
You couldn’t.
Because the second he offered, the second those words left his mouth, your whole body responded.
Your scent sweetened, your pussy was drowning at this point, and your hands started to shake in a way that had nothing to do with fear.
Logan watched it all. He didn’t smirk, didn’t gloat.
Just waited for your consent, or refusal.
“Yeah,” you finally whispered, voice barely audible. “Okay. Fast.” “Atta girl.”
In a flash, he had you on your hands and knees, and pinned down to the concrete floor with one steady press of his hand between your shoulder blades.
You didn’t care what position he chose, so long as he got the job done so you could get your job done.
He dragged your pants down just far enough to expose your dripping, swollen cunt to the cool air and his greedy gaze.
“Fuck,” he growled low. “Knew it.”
You squirmed, trying to keep your head down, your ass up, and your hips from doing the desperate omega wiggle that had brought alphas to their knees for centuries.
Quick and dirty.
“Keep it quiet,” he commanded, already lining himself up behind you, one hand wrapped tight around his cock. “I’ve been shot during sex before and it’s not as hot as you might think.”
And then he pushed inside.
You nearly choked on a cry you couldn’t afford to let out as he bottomed out in one rough, unforgiving stroke.
No warm-up. No teasing. Just Alpha cock filling your desperate, aching core like he owned it.
It was glorious.
“There she is,” he muttered, hips grinding deep, enjoying the feeling of your pussy stretching to accommodate him for a few seconds. “Knew this was all you needed.”
You scrunched your face to keep from moaning, toes curling in your boots as he pulled back and slammed forward again-steady, brutal, sure.
“Dirty fuckin’ girl,” Logan grunted, fucking you with hard, punishing thrusts. “Could’ve asked for help. Could’ve snuck off before the mission, you only had to ask. But no, you came out here leakin’, beggin’ with your scent, distractin’ me and the others.”
Each time he pushed in it felt like the head of his cock was massaging that special spot only alphas could reach.
His hand fisted your hair and yanked your head back just enough to whisper against your ear.
“You wanted me to offer, didn’t you? Hoped I’d be the alpha to bring it up?"
You whined- helpless, shaking from the effort of staying silent while your orgasm built.
Logan didn’t slow. Didn’t hold back.
Just drove into you like your cunt was the solution to a problem he intended to solve.
“You’re lucky it’s me,” he growled. “Bucky or Steve would’ve been gentle. But you don’t need gentle right now. You need it hard. Fast. Rutted out of your head so you can think straight.”
His words were electric.
Your whole body locked up - your release gushing around him, breath catching in your throat, as Logan pinned you there and kept going, riding your orgasm.
He finished seconds later, gritting out a groan as he pumped you full, then pulled out with a filthy sound, watching his cum drip out a little bit.
You barely had time to catch your breath before he was swiping the white cream back toward your pussy with a quick touch, pulling your pants back up and guiding you to sit back up on your knees-which wobbled slightly.
You shivered as the liquid that filled you shifted inside.
“C’mon,” he said, casual again, like he hadn’t just railed you into the concrete. “You’ve got a server to crack.”
You looked up at him, slightly dazed from cumming faster than you ever had in your life. “That’s it?”
He paused, tilted his head, then gave you the ghost of a smirk.
“If you want more, Darlin’… ask me when we get back.”
--
The mission was a success.
No alarms, no injuries, and no delays… once you finally got your head on straight.
You moved through the last phase of extraction like a ghost; graceful and sharp, gliding through the server room and bypassing security like nothing.
Focused. Confident. Professional.
The way you’re supposed to be.
By the time you regroup outside with Bucky and Steve, you’re wiping your palms clean and feeling ten pounds lighter.
Bucky gives you a long look.
“Someone’s back in the game,” he mutters, brows raised as he leans against the truck. “Didn’t think we were gonna see this version of you today.”
You roll your eyes. “Nice to see you too, Barnes.”
He gives you a shit eating grin and you brace for the roast you’re probably -definitely-going to receive.
“Mm. Just sayin’. You were all over the place earlier. Thought maybe your blood sugar dropped or something.”
You open your mouth to fire back, but then-
“Wait.” He pauses dramatically, “Unless…”
He squints at you. Then his gaze drifts over your shoulder. Straight to Logan.
You watched in embarrassment as he put two and two together.
Bucky’s eyes go sharp, knowing, cruel in that way only a big brother figure can manage.
“Ohhh,” he drawls, clearly delighted, “You decided to take your vitamins, huh?”
Your stomach drops.
“What?”
Play dumb play dumb play dumb.
“You know…” Bucky shrugs, voice dripping with mock innocence, “Protein, testosterone. Maybe some special, organic supplements that come in a grumpy Canadian delivery system.”
Busted.
You flush instantly, but before you can defend yourself, Logan walks right past the both of you, completely unbothered.
“Better she take it now than keep actin’ like a bitch in heat,” he mutters as he climbs into the truck.
You slap a hand over your face, “Ugh…”
Bucky laughs so hard he chokes. “Oh my god. You actually did it.” He leans in, whispering like you’re back in high school. “How was it? Was he all grunts and calloused hands and caveman shit?”
You shove him. “Shut up.”
He just laughs harder. “You smell like you got railed behind a warehouse, Doll.”
You glance at Steve, leaning on the driver’s side door. He’s quiet, observant, arms crossed.
“Cap, are you really not gonna say anything?”
Steve raises a brow and walks past with nothing more than, “Glad you’re feeling better, Omega.”
You groan into your hands.
And from the front seat, Logan rumbles without turning around, “You’re welcome.”
Fuckin Alphas.
