X-men get to do x-rated stuff on the beach?
⋆˚࿔ Smut/18+ HC's: Summer is here and the beach is always a fun place to hang out and do...fun things (summer event and 800 follower special)
- Characters: Gambit, Nightcrawler, Wolverine w/ Cyclops - CW: smut, p in v, ass slapping, nightcrawler uses his tail, threesome and ATTEMPTED poly relationship for wolv and cyc, p eating, public / semi-public sex, not proofread, fem!reader - Thank you @twentytomidnight for helping me choose wolverine and Cyclops :p !!
— Remy Le Beau / Gambit
You aren’t really sure how it happened. One minute you and your husband were with the other X-men, until your husband crooked a finger at you, pulling you behind him toward the changing rooms.
Your hands firmly planting themselves on the wall, Remy’s big palm rests squarely on your ass cheek as you both competitively thrust against each other—Remy’s hips grinding forward and yours slamming back.
“Just like that, chère..” he coos with condescension, teasing a greater reaction out of you through the fake front of dominance.
A rougher slam back of your hips made Remy expel a louder grunt, relishing in the fleshy surroundings of your pussy. In a playful, annoying ploy, Remy put his hands on your lower back, pushing slowly in an attempt to establish his own dominance, and his smile grows wider at your grunted expression of annoyance.
“Remy, you bastard…”
Perhaps he didn’t play his cards right, he realises as he watches you plant a foot to the wall, and push back against him. The force was so strong for the both of you, an exclamation of pleasure escaped you both simultaneously.
The competition persists as Remy attempts to shove you forward to hear that same moan again, but the two strong powers seem to act against each other perfectly, returning to the mutual thrusts back from you and forward from him.
“This poor ass, warming up too much just from a rough fuck. Sure you don’t need a break, minou?”
“Shut up!” you grunt, panting as you slam your ass back, biting back whimpers, and Remy continues smirking down at the display, appreciating the ripple of your ass against him. “Wish you could see this, chere. I bet when they made a list of the seven natural wonders of the world, they shoulda added the way you look when we make love.” he flirts, giving your ass a playful swat, before leaning forward, hands to the wall and roughly thrusting deeply into you.
“Ah, hear how she’s singin’? The likes of a trained singer couldn’t compare to this pussy right here.” He admires your pussy in ways that make you a confusing mix of annoyed and flustered.
— Kurt Wagner / Nightcrawler
Kurt’s teasing never ceased. He was just the type of man that teased more often than not. Maybe that’s why you sat on top of him, your plush cheeks planted firmly on his crotch, however you’re not riding him.
You held back moans with gulps as his tail slithered between your legs, able to manipulate the flared nature of it with extreme, impressive amounts of control.
To anyone else walking past, it just seems like you’re both cuddling. Innocent and intimate, like any happy and affectionate couple. Yet, they couldn’t see Kurt’s cock poking up against your pussy, paired with the firm rubs of his tail from below. It pressed and prodded, yet your husband's simple smirk played it like nothing was going on at all.
“Too much for you mein schatz?” he whispers into your ear, biting a playful canine into the side of your neck, and Kurt shudders at your quiet gasp. “Perhaps if I touch you without that bothersome barrier?” he offers, slipping his tail below the crotch of your bathing suit before you could even reply to him.
You glare at him before turning ahead, then gasping quietly with the dip of his tail into your entrance, only to lube it, messily rubbing itself all over your pussy. “How dirty! You relish in this? You love this” he concludes.
“No…” you sigh out in attempted denial, but the way your hips shifted for a more comfortable fit for Nightcrawler’s unusual appendage to get a better, comfortable amount of room to optimize your pleasure, contrasted your denial.
“If you truly want me to stop, all you need to do is tell me.” he prompts against your ear, but he knows how much you love the way he flicks and rubs at your swollen clit.
With a prompt glare, you turn your head and meet his lips, and he kisses back, dragging his big hands over your hips and up your waist, restraining himself by only tracing the underside of your breasts, rather than cupping them entirely.
— Logan Howlett and Scott Summers / Wolverine and Cyclops
You aren’t really certain how this happened. A certain section of the beach was barren, one of your boyfriends offered to lay down a beach blanket.
Before you knew it, you were laying down on top of Logan, with his agile hips snapping up, and burying his cock into your aching cunt with thrust, after thrust, after thrust.
Your other boyfriend was searching for you, calling to you every once in a while, though when he heard the faint sounds of skin smacking, he stormed over to it. He frowned at the sight of Logan holding your legs up, as if showing off that pretty spot at the apex of your thighs to be subtly sprayed by the sea ahead.
“Logan! What did I tell you about dragging them off for no reason?!” he exclaimed, ever the serious man frustrated by the interruption of an unexpected, unscheduled activity. His hands remained on his hips, but he couldn’t help but stare at the way your pussy looked, stretching around the girth of Logan's raging dick.
Logan could only grin at Scott, “If you’re jealous bub, c’mere and eat their pussy, you know how needy they get when they get their pretty clit played with.”
Scott couldn’t even protest as he listened to the schlick of every drag of cock against you, and the way you looked at him with that ‘come-hither’ glint in your lust glazed eyes. How could he deny you with that look?
So all while crawling along the soft material that contorted along the sand, Scott still found it in himself to argue with Logan, “This is highly irresponsible! How was I supposed to have known you two had been off going at it like rabbits? For all I knew you could’ve been lost or captured!” But despite his angered scolds, Scott dipped his head down, licking at your clit.
You moan out an apology, “Fuck—s-sorry, Scott, honey!” your voice became jagged with the girth of Logan dragging brutally along your insides, and the combined force of Scott’s tongue was euphoric to say the least. And both men relished in your composure breaking.
Scott took over in holding your legs open while denying any need for your apology, and therefore, Logan's hands play with your pebbled nipples, grunting as Scott's tongue preformed kitten licks, dragging along your cunt and the dick that's smacking into you, with Logan's balls slapping against your boyfriend's chin.
“Yeah, you two are so loud mouthed. But one of you liked getting stuffed and the others got a little oral fixation, huh?” He snickers "either way, it gets a moan outta you both."
You and Scott both whimpered, and exclaimed “Shut up” in unison, panting and whining, while you whimpered on your own, but he let out a vibrating groan from the tease that rippled into your sopping cunt and Wolverines cock.
dividers by @cursed-carmine and @starrliqhtt
