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Logan Going Into a Rut.
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Pairing: Logan Howlett (Wolverine) x Fem!Reader
Synopsis: Logan goes into a rut earlier than he expected.
Logan had woken up that morning significantly earlier than he usually did. You were still sleeping peacefully next to him, entangled in the sheets you had stolen from him during the night. Logan didn’t mind too much, being always warm. But that morning, he felt even hotter than usual. He slid his hand against his bare chest, feeling it to be slick with sweat. He closed his eyes, massaging his temples, before he shook his morning drowsiness and confusion away, deciding he would not be able to sleep any longer. He walked to the bathroom, deciding to take a cold shower even if it was the heart of winter.
He wasn’t too mad about the early start, Charles having drowned him in a very extensive list of things to do, not counting the lessons he had to begrudgingly teach that afternoon. Logan stepped outside of the bathroom, fully clothed and ready for the day, even if he still felt a little drowsy. He chalked it up to having eaten too heavily the night before, maybe the digestion worsening his sleep.
He checked himself in the mirror, making sure he looked decent. He started heading towards the door of your room. Right before he left, he glanced at you, making sure you were still in deep sleep. Logan’s eyes froze on your figure: your sleeping shorts had slid up your body, revealing your thighs, and your braless tits hidden underneath the shirt you had stolen from him begged him to jump back into bed with you. He exhaled loudly. Logan gripped the door so tightly he thought his claws would come out. He needed to go work. He shook his head, cursing Charles as he shut the door behind him.
•
Logan had been running around the X mansion fulfilling various tasks, not noticing as the day slowly, and sluggishly slid forward. The gloominess of the morning left its place to the timid rays of the winter sun, that caressed his back as he finished fixing a broken kitchen cabinet. A multitude of students had already waltzed inside the kitchen, still half asleep. They had uttered a sleepy ‘good morning’, before they grabbed a little food. Logan grunted in response, too focused on the darn kitchen cabinet. The flow of students had significantly slower when he had managed to finally fix it.
Logan slammed down the screwdriver. “Fucking finally.” He closed and opened the cabinet a few times, smiling proudly when the cabinet door did not decide to dramatically clatter to the ground rather choosing to finally stay in place.
“What are you celebrating, baby?”
Your voice startled him, but he quickly turned around, a type of smile reserved for you only gracing his lips. “(Y/N).” You grinned back at him. “I managed to fix this darn cabinet door that someone, managed to detach in the dead of night.”
Your eyes glinted. “You have a gut feeling about who did it?”
“Definitely.” Logan replied, walking around the counter to hold your waist. “I woke up super early this morning.” He added. You pulled back from his chest, worry dancing in your eyes. “No nothing serious, bub, I just think I ate a dinner that was too heavy.”
Your eyes relaxed, pushing up on your tiptoes to press a chaste kiss to your boyfriend’s lips. You were about to pull back when Logan suddenly deepened the kiss, darting his tongue in your mouth. You leaned back into the kiss, letting yourself be pulled by Logan’s large, warm hands on your waist. The man grunted into the kiss, his body starting to tingle on fire, desire coursing through your veins. The way he was pulling you close seemed desperate, as if he needed you to breathe.
You gasped in shock when his hands slid onto your waist and pressed you against his crotch, feeling his already erected cock. “Already hard?” You whispered, looking down at the evident bulge in his pants. Logan pushed you against the counter, caging you against it. His chest heaved frantically.
“No idea, darling. You’re making me go crazy today.” He whispered, before he dove back into the kiss. You fully lost yourself in it, knowing the kitchen was pretty much deserted at this point in time. He pressed into the kiss, his tongue caressing your mouth, desire making his chest burn incandescently. Your eyes fluttered shut, letting your hands roam on his large back, his scent making your eyes roll to the back of your head.
You were about to suggest moving it to the bedroom when Logan suddenly pulled back, pressing his crotch tightly against yours and caging you tightly against his chest. You glanced up at him, worried something happened when you noticed his legs were quivering. A moan erupted from his lips, and his hips thrusted against yours. “(Y/N), oh my god!” He grunted. You didn’t know what was happening till you felt wetness from Logan’s crotch, seeping into your leggings, as his head was thrown back, and he panted loudly.
“Did…Logan did you cum?” You asked, startled: he usually lasted more than a few rounds. His endurance was crazy. Logan’s eyes fluttered open, lust blowing his pupils wide. He slowly looked at you, disbelief clearly evident on his face. You tentatively bucked your hips, watching as he shivered.
“I think…” Logan swallowed, reaching his hand to feel his crotch. “My rut might be coming early.” He closed his eyes, cursing himself: the sweat, the ever present arousal, the shitty sleep…it was all there. Your eyes widened, shooting down to the clear stain on his light blue pants, and the evident bulge that was already growing again.
“Fuck, today is not the day for that.” You cursed.
“What, why?” Logan asked, grunting when he felt the head of his cock press against the seam of his jeans. Why did he decide to go commando today of all days.
“I have that overnight field trip with my students! I can’t bail last minute.” You cried, your eyes widening. Logan’s face contorted into a grimace of pain, a curse rolling out of his mouth, as he realized this day would suck. A lot. He would have to spend the day locked in your room, rutting against your panties to try and feel any sort of momentary solace. But he knew you could not desert your students just like that. Even if he acted all gruff and scary, he knew what caring for students meant, and he would not rip their favorite teacher away from them, especially during a field trip that was only supposed to be joyful.
He caressed your cheeks. “It’s gonna be alright, baby. I’ll figure it out.” He lied through his teeth, already feeling his skin starting to burn and itch with almost irresistible lust.
You glared back at him. “No, it’s not fine and we both know it. You know what, I’ll come back tonight. I won’t stay overnight. How does that sound, baby? Huh?” You asked, pulling against his shirt to try and get him to concentrate through the daze of lust that was already taking over.
Logan nodded, his head spinning. “Yeah, that would be great, love.” He whispered. You moved against him, trying to reach your phone to check the time, your knee gliding against his bulge. “Fuck!” Logan croaked, throwing his head back.
You locked your phone, glancing up at him. “Logan, baby, I still have 10 minutes. What can I do?” You asked, caressing his chest.
Before he replied, Logan gently grabbed your arm, dragging the both of you inside the supply closet, and locking the door behind you.
Safely inside, Logan closed his eyes, trying to look past his primal instincts, and deem what would be the best course of action. Objectively, fucking you would keep him satisfied the longest, but there wasn’t time in 10 minutes. He discarded his rationality, fully relying on his animal instincts, knowing what they desired in the moment would keep him satisfied the most. “This…might be weird, baby, but I just need to rut against you, please.” His voice was heavy with need.
“Baby, I’m here. I’m here for everything.” You reassured him, spreading your legs, letting Logan position his crotch right in between, were he needed to be. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you still as he started to thrust against you. His face soon contorting in a grimace of pleasure, even a drop of drool sliding down the side of his mouth.
Your hands raked Logan’s back underneath his shirt, letting him feel your skin on his. His beautiful eyes slid open, his gaze landing on your tits, that bounced delicately with every trust. “Your tits, babygirl…need to see them.” Logan whispered in your ear. You pressed an open mouthed kiss to his neck before you unzipped your jacket, revealing your light tank top underneath: you were going out with your students to a nature park, you needed to be sporty.
You reached for your neckline, feeling Logan’s hand wrap around yours to yank your tits out faster. When they were right in front of his eyes, Logan mewled loudly, leaning down to kiss you fervently as his hips started to jackhammer faster.
Somehow, even in the daze of his lust, Logan had managed to perfectly align his tip with your clit, making you see stars. Your moans quickly started mingling with his. His large hands reached your left thigh, hoisting it up to wrap around his waist. “Right - nghh - there! Logan!” You cried, hearing your boyfriend’s quiet pants fill your ears.
“Gonna make me cum in my pants again. God, you turn me into a horny teenager.” He murmured, his rhythm slowing down for a second before it started picking up again.
Your phone buzzed, showing you the time. “Logan…I need to go soon!” You whimpered, threading your hands through his hair.
“I’m close.” He reassured you, his lidded eyes landing on your jiggling tits. They dragged a broken moan out of his lips. Logan was only ever this loud when he was experiencing his rut. “Are you?” You nodded quickly.
The knot in your stomach had been tightening for a while, and reacted the second it was called to attention. You wrapped your arms tightly around Logan, pressing him against you, practically shoving his face in between your breasts. “Logan!” You cried, throwing your head back, as the thigh he was holding quivered in his hand, orgasming powerfully.
The sudden surge of the smell of your arousal made Logan go crazy, sighing against your tits before he pulled back. He stopped for a second, even if he was close. You watched him, dazed, still descending from your high. Through your tired eyes and panting chest, you watched as Logan hastily unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans pulling out his cock. He quickly placed his leaking cock in between your legs, and you had the reflex to shut your thighs to allow him a little more pleasure.
“Fuck. I could fuck you for hours!” He whispered, starting to move his hips as quickly as he could. You leaned forward, licking a strip up his neck, landing on a spot you knew sent him crazy and gently nibbling on it. Logan’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, the sensation of your leggings against his sensitive tip, and your delicate teeth against his neck finally pushing him to the edge.
The orgasm was so powerful he didn’t even have time to warn you. His hips just sped up, his voice ripped away from the pleasure. He didn’t even manage to utter your name, just gripping your waist with his fingers. His mouth snapped open when he felt his orgasm reach him. Logan’s claws sprung out of his hands, puncturing two bags of rice that were placed on the shelves you were pressed against. Just as the rice started tumbling to the ground, Logan cummed, distinctly hearing his cum splatter on the floor.
Your boyfriend slumped against you, his claws retracting, his thighs shivering. You caressed his back, pressing soft kisses against his neck. “You did so well, baby.” You cooed, moving your hands to massage his head. Logan nodded, spent.
Your phone buzzed again, your students asking where you were. You cursed, hastily pulling your shirt back up and zipping your jacket. You clasped Logan’s jawline, forcing him to look at you through his post-orgasm daze. “I’m going to come back as soon as I can. Love you so much, baby.” You whispered, pressing your forehead against him.
Logan’s hands ran down to your waist, dragging you into a kiss. Your bodies melted together, your arms wrapping around his shoulders and yanking him closer. Not even a piece of paper could have fit through you. You pulled back, eyeing the string of saliva connecting you. “If we keep going like this, a bigger pool of cum will be on the floor.” You whispered, starting to head towards the door.
Logan grinned, lazily passing his hand through his hair. “Go, have fun. I’ll clean up here. I’ll be waiting for you tonight.” His eyes glinted with an erotic promise. You grinned, blowing a flying kiss. Logan watched the door close behind you, pulling his jeans back up and hastily disinfecting the floor.
He walked outside, quickly going to inform Charles he would be off today before he headed back to the room. He could still feel his buzzing desire for you deep inside his skin, but he felt somewhat satisfied as he threw his shirt on the floor, letting himself fall on the bed. Logan moved on his side, trying to get some sleep to get a break from his lust, but as he adjusted himself on the mattress, his eyes landed on the dirty panties you had accidentally forgotten on the ground. Your scent reached his sensitive nose, drugging him immediately.
Logan glanced down towards his crotch. He was hard again. “Fuck!” He yelled, falling back down on the bed, exasperated. It would be a long, long, day.
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Yours To Tame--Ch. 12
Chapter 12: That Night
The sound of the television in the other room was soothing. I curled beneath the blankets, arms wrapped around a pillow as I listened to the quiet murmurs of the others. The nausea had settled, and my head didn’t throb the way it had earlier in the day. I felt better after Anna helped me shower and after Bryan had made me have some soup. I didn’t want to think about what had happened to my clothes that were covered in vomit.
I jumped when the door to the bedroom opened slowly. Light spilled in behind the person standing in the doorway, illuminating their shape. My eyes wouldn’t focus long enough to determine who it was. I squeezed them shut; afraid the bright light would bring back the headaches.
Soft footsteps crossed the room. Part of me wanted to sit up, but my body hurt so much. Like I’d been in a high-speed car accident. Moving wasn’t in the cards just then.
The mattress dipped as someone sank onto the edge near my feet. A gentle hand settled on my ankle, thumb rubbing in slow circles against my lower calf. My muscles tensed for a second before calm flooded through my body. God knows, I hadn’t had anyone touch me so gently in such a long time.
“Are you awake, Morgan?” I didn’t have to think about who the voice belonged to. That sweet timbre was something that I’d recognize anywhere.
I shifted, my arms clutching the pillow a little tighter. I opened my eyes, letting them readjust to the dimness. The light from the doorway highlighted the shape of his face. I could imagine his ice blue eyes watching me.
“Hmm,” I said softly. “Not really.”
Bryan’s hand moved up just a little on my leg. Still on my ankle, his thumb stroking up and down my shin now. “Do you need anything?”
The care in his voice made my stomach drop a bit. He had been so caring even when he didn’t have to be. He didn’t really know me—neither did Moxley for that matter—but he’d gone out of his way to protect me. To keep me safe. I couldn’t thank him enough for something that might have been small for him but was massively important to me.
“I don’t think so,” I mumbled back. “Just tired. Can’t make my brain shut down.”
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Yours To Tame--Ch. 11
Chapter 11: The Same Day
I was grateful that we were out of the elevator. The spinning had slowly stopped, even though the sway of Bryan’s footsteps still made my stomach turn over with nausea. I kept my eyes closed tight and my forehead pressed against the side of his neck. It was hard to focus on anything but the urge to keep myself from vomiting all over Bryan again.
“It’s okay,” he said gently, as if he could feel the tension in my jaw as I clenched my teeth. “If you need to vomit, it’s okay.”
My stomach clenched, but there wasn’t anything left inside to come up. Instead, I just retched and dry heaved against his shoulder. His thumb stroked against the back of my arm from where he held me. I tried to focus on the sensation to distract myself from the feeling in my guts.
“I’m okay,” I murmured through clenched teeth.
The air changed as we stepped through the door of the hotel room. A rush of cold air fanned over me, sending a shudder down my spine and a wave of relief over my skin. I could hear Anna and Moxley moving around, setting stuff down and getting things settled. But I couldn’t really focus on any of that considering the way my fingers ached as I tried to untangle my hands from Bryan’s shirt. My head lolled against his shoulder. The nausea passed slowly.
I let out a faint whimper when Bryan leaned down to settle me against the arm of a large, overstuffed sofa. He settled me in gently, making sure that my head was resting against one of the throw pillows. My heart raced as I rolled to my side, fighting back the urge to vomit once again.
Something cool and damp pressed against my forehead and swept over my face. Gentle fingers caught hold of my chin, turning my face to wipe away the sweat. I could feel my entire body starting to tremble. My eyes squeezed shut. My head was spinning. I couldn’t remember where I was.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered softly, my voice low and broken. I forced my eyes open, knowing I had to look him in the eye. “I’m sorry, Master.”
***
Master. The whispered word twisted his guts. It fell from Morgan’s lips with a mix of fear and shame. Her body shook. She had her eyes forced open wide, even though tears pooled along her bottom lids. Her dark eyes were full of something he could only call terror. One of her pupils was still blown wide from the concussion.
“It’s Bryan,” he said softly. He kept his movements slow and gentle, making sure he stayed in her eyeline. Tears beaded and rolled down into her hair as she stared at him, unseeing and petrified. He took a breath and dropped the timbre of his voice, choosing his words and tone carefully. “Close your eyes. Right now.”
She went white, her fingers clutching at the fabric over her stomach. Her eyes searched his before fluttering her lashes, tears slipping toward her temples as she complied. For a moment, she looked as if she were braced for something.
He brushed the tears away with the washcloth in his hand, taking a second to let the side of his thumb feel the soft skin of her cheek. “Good girl,” he told her with a faint smile in his words. “I want you to keep your eyes closed and rest. I’m going to get you a drink and some Tylenol for your head. Then we’re going to eat. A little something that won’t bother your stomach. Do you understand?”
Morgan’s eyes moved behind their lids but didn’t open. Her head moved in the slightest nod.
“Tell me,” Bryan encouraged. “So I’m sure.”
“I understand, Master.”
Bryan felt his smile turn into a worried, angry scowl. He put the washcloth on the side table and reached back to settle Morgan’s hair back. His fingers slipped slowly and gently back beneath her neck. She shuddered and let out a faint yelp. “Shh. It’s just me. It’s Bryan. I’m going to lift your head up so I can get your hair off your neck. It’ll help you cool off. Tell me you understand.”
“I understand, Master.”
His scowl deepened. “Bryan. It’s Bryan.” He gently lifted her up, pulling her hair off her neck and piling it on top of her head. “Keep your eyes closed. I’ll be right back.”