#x men reader

    You couldn’t get off. It’s not like you ever struggled with it before, but lately, it felt like you were fighting a losing battle. At first, you didn’t realize why. Maybe it was because you moved into the X-Mansion. Nerves because you’re living somewhere new, right? So you change it up a little. You got comfortable, had a glass of wine or two, and picked up a raunchy book. Yet every time you slipped your hand between your thighs… Running circles around your own clit, trying your best to finger yourself to your finish, you just could never quite hit that peak. It was safe to say you were beyond frustrated.

    Lucky for you, most people didn’t notice. You try your best not to be too uptight or mean, but there are just some things that you can’t quite hide from certain people.

    Logan’s noticed that something is up with you. You can tell he has, seeing the looks on his face, nose scrunched up in a way he’s catching into something that he just can't quite place. You’re assuming it’s your own pheromones, but hey, as long as he doesn’t realize what it is you’ll be fine, right?

     Maybe not.

    Eventually, you finally realized why you were having so much trouble getting off. All it took was one training session with Wolverine, and you knew immediately. You weren’t sparring or anything like that, hell, you knew before you even hit the danger room floor. Logan was in a bit of a mood today, although not as grumpy as he can be- and he’s trying to be patient with you. You can tell. But you’re having trouble focusing today- and you have been for a while. He can tell you’re not at 100% just by the way you hold yourself, and spends about 5 minutes watching as you struggle to reset the Danger room panel before he’s finally fed up with it.

    “Jesus fuck. Here, let me do it.” Logan grabs you by the waist, pulling you to his chest with one arm as the other reaches around you to reset the panel. It’s not like you didn’t find him attractive before, but the close contact? The smell of his aftershave and the sound of his voice growling in your ear? 

    oh.

    Oh. 

    You were having trouble getting off because you had a thing for Logan.

    You’re practically stunned when he pulls away, standing there with a flushed face and something rather embarrassing pooling in your underwear for the first time in a while. You had to quickly excuse yourself before you ran the risk of him catching onto anything coming from you. He’s a little confused for a second, but you can hear the sound of his low chuckle as you scramble away.

    First thing you do? Go to the store.

    It's not a random errand. At least, not entirely. You had meant to go out with Storm to grocery shop later this afternoon, but you told her you could really use some time out of the house by yourself, which she completely understood. You had the list and everything, it was only a coincidence that you passed by the cologne section on your way to pick up some toothpaste. The sight made you stop for a minute, the gears grinding in your skull. You spent just a few minutes curiously sampling the bottles until you found one that smelled a bit familiar… Should you? No, that's a bit strange. But really, what was the harm, right? I mean, who would know? 

    So you bought it. You felt a bit embarrassed afterward, knowing what you bought it for, and ended up letting it sit in the drawer of your side table for a good while. Until another desperate attempt at fucking your own brains out, that is. 

    You were sweaty and uncomfortable in your bed, sleep shirt sticking to your skin as you struggled to pump your fingers in and out of your tight cunt. It’s been a while, and it shows. You couldn’t even get your favorite dildo to fit inside of you, only adding to your frustration. Touching your clit hardly helped much, leaving you as unsatisfied as ever. Eventually, you give up, lying there as you sigh to yourself. You turn over in your bed in a huff, halfway temped scream your lungs out into the pillow you bury your face in. Instead, you let out something that sounds more like a whisper than a yell, letting the air in your lungs deflate as you let your feelings out. You roll over onto your side when you’re done, halfway tempted to be done with it entirely and go back to bed when you catch sight of the nightstand drawer, slightly ajar. The amber bottle of liquid stares right at you. 

    You open the drawer some more, picking up the bottle and looking at it as you wonder if you’re actually going to do this. But you’re ridiculously horny, and tired, and you know you’re gonna have trouble falling asleep in the state you’re in- so you end up spraying the smallest amount on your pillow.

    It’s…nice. The pillow is warm from where you had been laying on it, and despite how strong men’s cologne could be, this one isn’t quite so striking. At least, not in the amount that you used. You relax back into your bed, pressing your face into the pillow and laying there for a moment. You start thinking about Logan… His calloused hands running across your skin. How his lips and tongue would feel against your own, trailing down your body to your breast. Your hand trails down to your clit as you imagine it as his own. You imagine him behind you, pressing you to the bed as he growls into your ear. You think about what his happy trail would feel like against you. What his cock would look like, feel like, pressing into you. Your legs twitch and shake as you see stars underneath your eyelids, the scent of Logan hitting all the right parts in your head and going straight to your cunt.

    Holy shit. 

    Your orgasm lasts what feels like forever. Your legs are still shaking as you whimper from oversensitivity and pull your hand away, panting as you try to catch your breath. You haven’t cum that hard since… ever. Maybe the cologne was worth it, after all.

    You felt really good the morning after. You found yourself humming in the shower, more energized at breakfast and morning drills. No one had said anything, but you knew there were a few who were relieved to see you back to your usual self. If anything, the only person you noticed acting very differently around you was Logan. He was more tense than normal. He scowled a lot, spending less time in your presence. You’d strike up a conversation that would only last a few minutes before he would make an excuse and leave. It made you a little disappointed. But you knew him and knew he had good and bad days, so you brushed it off at first. But a week, two weeks- almost a month went by, and still no change. You felt scorned almost, silently rejected by the guy you had finally realized you were practically in love with, and to be honest, the only man who could get you off just by thinking about him- and boy, did you get off while thinking about him. 

    You’ve almost resigned yourself to the fact that Logan wasn’t interested when he corners you one morning. He’s leaning up against the wall of the hallway,  waiting for you when you step out of your room. It makes you jump a little, closing your door quickly behind you, knowing damn well you hadn’t washed your sheets after fucking yourself to the moon and back last night and fully not wanting the smell to hit his nose. All Logan does is narrow his eyes. Shit.

    “Who is he.” He asks you. The question completely derails your train of thought. And you furrow your brow, confused. What was that about?

    “Who is he? Your guy?” He asks again, but it does little to clear up your confusion. You’re halfway wondering if he’s being serious at this point, stepping away from your door as you cross your arms.

    “What?” You ask. Logan huffs when you respond to him, cocking his head at you in a way that's more sarcastic than curious. The way he’s looking at you is doing some things that you don’t think you’d like to admit, eyes narrow and scrutinizing as you struggle to keep eye contact with him.

    “What do you mean? What guy?” You repeat back to him, starting to get a little frustrated. He snorts, rolling his eyes as his scowl lingers. He steps closer, looking down at you from less than a foot away with that angry stare.

    “Don’t play stupid with me, sunshine. I can smell him on you.” You ignore the way the nickname makes you shiver a little bit, too busy shrinking into yourself when you process the extent of his words. Smell. He could smell someone on you. Something. Oh god, this was embarrassing. 

    “Oh! That- It’s not what you're thinking!” You say, face flushed red. You’re flustered beyond belief, doing your best to convince him to leave it be, and it’s not going so well for you.

    “Sure it’s not.” Logan huffs. He starts to take steps forward, closing in on your personal space.

    “It’s not. I can promise you that.” You’re anxiously fiddling with your fingers now, taking a step back for every step he takes. He looked predatory, unlike any time you’ve seen him before. You haven’t even seen him like this in the danger room, even less so on the battlefield. 

    “Just tell me who he is.” Logan is adamant about it, his scowl beginning to turn into a frown. Your back hits your door, kickstarting your heart in surprise. You hadn’t realized he had backed you up so far.

    “I can’t!” You say, in the beginning stages of becoming absolutely exasperated, and already incredibly embarrassed. 

    “Why not!?” Logan Snaps, stopping just inches away from you. You cover your heated face, pressing your palms into your eyes until you see shapes, wanting nothing more than to curl up and die right then and there.

    “Would you just leave it!” You shout, but Logan’s having none of it. 

    “No, I won't!” Logan grabs your wrists and moves them away from your face, holding them in front of your chest with a grip lighter than you might have thought. You groan in utter frustration and mortification, looking him dead in the eyes as your angry mouth starts speaking before your reasonable brain can fully catch up.

    “Jesus Christ Logan! Do you expect me to just whip out the silicone and show you?!” Your eyes widen as soon as you say it, slamming your mouth shut as you finally catch up with yourself. Logan is staring at you in absolute shock, jaw almost slack at the confession. 

    “...What?” He asks, slowly. You wince, looking off to the side before deciding it's a bit too late to get the cat back into the bag.

    “Its… Cologne. What you’re smelling. I use it to uh, help me…” You make a sort of gesture with your head, praying that you won’t actually have to spell it out for him. He’s still in shock as he looks at you, hands frozen with his fingers wrapped around your wrists. He clears his throat when he comes to, an unreadable expression on his face as he slowly steps forward again, close enough to press his forehead against your own as he presses you against your door.

    “You’re that pent up, you need cologne to help you get off?” He asks, and you don’t know what to say, cat catching your tongue as he leans forward. The side of his face brushes against your cheek as he leans down a little, the action making your skin prickle. One of his hands releases a wrist to slide up and across the back of your neck, tilting your head to the side as he takes a big sniff of your skin. He’s practically nuzzling you, angling his head so that he can smell the scent on the back of your head where you rest against your pillow at night. 

    He’d noticed it before, at night when most of his anger had worn off, sometime after he started to pick up the scent on you. The undertones, the top notes. But now with you this close, he can tell that it wasn’t another man he was smelling. No. It was just you. Your scent being drowned out by the smell of something that he could finally tell smelled rather suspiciously like his very own aftershave.

    “...Don’t tell me that you wanted it to smell like me.” He asks after a moment. You almost flinch at the sound of his deep rumble, turning your red face away from him. You swallow, feeling like you are absolutely burning up as you nod- right as Logan catches the unmistakable scent of arousal.

    “Fuck”

    You’re sure the sound was more animal than man as he cups your cheek rather aggressively, pressing his lips against your own in a rather desperate kiss. It takes you a second to return it, eyes wide as you process just what was happening. It didn't take long for you to melt into his desperate kisses though, every nip and brush of his teeth just like you imagined it would be. He presses his knee in between your thighs, finally releasing your other wrist to grab ahold of your hip instead. You accidentally let out a whine when he grinds your hips against him, your heart beating so fast you were sure it was going to explode. He curses again at the sound, both hands sliding around you to lift you against the door.

    You practically squeak in surprise, the noise caught by Logan’s mouth on your own one more time before he trails down to your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin. You gasp as he presses against you, his hips beginning to grind against your own. You’re having a hard time thinking, biting your lip as you do your best to stifle your sounds.

    “Logan-ah, can we… head inside, please?” He only grunts in response, shifting your weight as you both begin to fumble for the doorknob. He gets it before you do, hardly stumbling as the door behind you swings open. He’s kissing you again before the door is even closed, kicking it behind him. As preoccupied as you are, you at least have the common sense to reach over and try to lock the door before he carries you over to the bed. 

    He plops you down onto the mattress before he crawls over you, eyes half-lidded and just as lustful as your own. He pushes you down as you try to sit up. His breathing a little hard, pupils dilated to a size you had never seen.

    “Now I know why you closed the door so fast,” Logan smirks, having picked up the lingering scent of your sex on the sheets right away. You open your mouth to reply, but he cuts you off. His tongue snakes into your mouth, and you find that you can’t really remember what you were going to say anyway. He kisses you again and again, distracting you as he reaches above your head. He pulls away when he has the pillow in hand, and you know just by the look on his face that he knows exactly what he is holding.

    “Hate to break it to you, but this doesn’t exactly compare to the real thing.” He snarks. It makes you laugh, and for the first time in a while, you see a genuine smile spread across his face. 

    “Yeah.” You respond, taking the pillow from his hands and tossing it to a far-off corner. “I know.” You could revel in his smile for as long as he’d let you. Logan’s kisses start off sweeter this time, at least for a moment they did. They begin to become more and more rough as hands start to wander and clothes start to come off. His shirt is first to go, your hands running up and down the hair that spans his torso. Logan is quick to remove your shirt and bra in one go, one very small step away from cutting off your clothes entirely. He gives himself a minute to appreciate your breasts, pinching and teasing you by sliding a hand up the middle of your sternum, the back of his hand brushing the side of a tit as he watches you squirm underneath him, arching your back to push your chest out, practically begging him to finally touch you.

    “Patience is a virtue, Sunshine.” Logan says, causing you to scoff. You glare at him a little and all it does is make him chuckle a bit. 

    “Don’t be mean.” You whine. He laughs a bit harder as he finally lowers himself to your chest. He keeps his eyes locked on your own as he brushes the blunt ends of his teeth across the soft skin, but he’s never been the most patient man. It doesn't take him long to give in to you, sucking on each breast individually, massaging the soft skin of the opposite as he does so. 

    “Careful.” He growls when your own hands begin to wander, touching him over the fabric of his jeans. He releases your nipple with a pop, bearing his teeth as he presses his face back into your neck. You don't pay much mind to that, rather enjoying the grunts and sounds he makes as you slowly stroke his covered hardness from base to tip. You can't imagine how restrained he must be feeling. You can’t help but smirk a little as your hands drift up and down, before oh So slowly unbuckling his belt. Logan is agitated, practically bucking his hips into your hands to get you to just get over with it. 

    “Patience is a virtue.” You quote, only earning a restraining hold on your hands once again.

    “Fuck that.” Logan growls. He holds you by your wrists, pushing them above your head as he uses his free hand to remove his belt and frantically unbuckle his pants. You'd be complaining if it weren't for the view of his straining cock, slapping against his abdomen as he pulls his pants down. 

    You don't get to stare for too long before he flips you on your stomach like you weigh nothing. He lets your wrists go to pull down your shorts and underwear, a sticky string of your slick thinning as he pulls the items down.

    “Fuck. You're this wet from just that?” Logan asks you, taking two fingers and sliding them through your lips from behind, spreading his fingers to let himself see the mess you've made of yourself already.

    “...shut up.” You mumble, more focused on the feeling of those very same fingers sliding back and forth across your cunt, the tips just barely brushing against your clit every time. Logan chuckles, sliding one hand under your lower stomach to lift your hips with ease. Your hips buck as he slides a thick finger inside of you without warning, slowly sinking down to his knuckle with ease.

    “Might not even need foreplay at this rate.” Logan rumbles behind you, eyes set squarely on the sight of your pretty pussy spread wide open for him. You can only moan in response as he pulls it back out again, plunging a second finger into you this time. Your hands clutch the sheets as Logan begins to finger fuck you to his content, curling those thick digits to hit that one spot juuust right. You try not to buck or squirm too bad, halfway wondering if this is all just some wet dream. 

    “Logan-” You call out for him through your moans. He only hums in reply, preoccupied at the moment.

    “I- god- I need your cock, please.” You're not sure if it was the phrase or the begging, but it makes Logan groan. You feel embarrassingly empty as he pulls his fingers out. You hear the sound of him stroking his hard cock with your slick, groaning and humming to himself before he picks you up. He leans over you, adjusting to you your hands and knees as you finally feel that thick, thick cock grinding against you. You gasp at the way it feels, feeling Logan smirk against your back.

    “Having second thoughts?” The tone of his voice is teasing, but you know there's more than that behind the words. You vehemently shake your head, grinding back against him a little as you protest. Logan swears under his breath, holding onto your hips to keep them still as he sits up.

    Both of you groan each time the head of his cock catches on your clit, Logan thrusting through your lips again and again as he lubes himself with the wetness you provide for him. You gasp when his head catches on your slot, notching just right. 

    Logan pushes into you so slowly, and you feel like he's thicker than you ever imagined he would be. You're impatient, desperate. You push back onto him in an attempt to take him in more, but his hands on your hips stop you.

    “Believe me sweetheart, you don't want that yet.” Logan tells you, straining himself with how tight you feel around him. He soothingly rubs his thumbs against your skin, pressing into you until you have him completely, balls deep inside you. 

    “Please, please. Logan, Please, I need you to move.” Your begging starts to sound like nonsense to your own ears, but it makes Logan gasp all the same, his cock twitching from where it's buried inside of you. You practically cry in relief when he finally begins to thrust Inside of you.

    His hip smack against your ass with every thrust, the sound of the slap mixed with the sounds of your love and the headboard hitting the wall a lewd and filthy symphony. Even better than your own moans were Logan's himself. Each and every groan and growl above you gave you a whole new array of things to imagine while fucking yourself- if you ever had to do so again. 

    You whine and whimper with every strong thrust, Logan slow and forceful with every movement. It felt like he wanted your insides to memorize exactly how his cock feels inside of you, and you doubt you'd ever mind it. He filled you perfectly, hitting every sweet spot inside of you.

    Your arms are shaking. Struggling to hold yourself up with each and every rock of the bed. You barely start to buckle when He catches hold of you, an arm snacking under your chest and pulling you towards him. His hand spans your collarbone as he holds your back against his chest, holding you up as he continues to fuck you like no one before. You're closing in on that sweet release when his hips stutter a moment. His teeth dig into your shoulder with a sharp bite, holding you there close to him without breaking the skin.

    “Are… are you -ah- close?” You ask. Logan only responds with a short and simple - “Fuck!” - before he pulls out of you.

    You don't have time to whine about the emptiness before he's flipping you around, kissing you again as he pushes your back to the bed rather aggressively. He's quick to sling your legs over his arms, folding you in half as he sides fully into you in a single thrust. He's hitting you so much deeper in this position, chest pressed against your own as his thrusts continue to stutter. 

    Logan kisses you again, a bit differently than the last ones have been. These kisses are tender, sweet. A stark difference between his needy, frantic thrusts. There's a line of spit between you two as he pulls away, half-lidded eyes meeting your own. You’re closing in on your peak, and you can tell he is too. The pleasure is too much for you to handle at once, and you can't help but squeeze your eyes shut.

    “Look at me.” Logan grabs a hold of your chin, your eyes flying open as he thumbs at your lip and holds your head still. “Don't look away.” His hips stutter some more, the both of you groaning as you clench around him, desperately trying to keep your eyes open as you finally cum around his cock. The fluttering of your walls are more than enough to send Logan over the edge, his cum warming your insides in thick spurts. Logan buries his face into your neck, groaning as you ride out both of your orgasms.

    The two of you lay there for a moment, trying to catch your breath. Logan lets go of your sore legs, massaging your thighs as he presses sweet, comforting kisses to your cheek and temple. His hands wander up and down your sides, doing his best to soothe your aches without you even having to ask. -not that he would ever admit to having a soft side. Who would believe you if you told them that The Wolverine was a cuddler after sex anyway?

    “Why didn't you just tell me?” You ask after a long moment. Logan hums, his Face tucked into the crook of your neck.

    “Tell you what?”

    “That you were jealous.” Logan only snorts at that, playfully pinching your side.

    “Jealous of what? Your cologne?” He returns. You slap him on the shoulder as he chuckles at you, unable to stop the playful smile on your face.

    “You mean the cologne that you thought was a whole-ass guy?” Logan stops at that, instead choosing to cover your mouth with his palm as he tucks his head closer.

Normally, Charles would’ve heard Erik coming from a mile away, but with his body and brain lax. The voices barely a murmur in his mind; he didn't look up until the bedroom door creaked open. Erik smiled, a beautiful and blissful smile. Cheeks a bit flushed from the wine he’d shared with Raven over dinner. A lovely sight to behold. Charles truly felt spoiled in that moment.

Erik took his time removing his blazer and unbuttoning his top, assessing the scene in front of him. Charles lounging, book dangling loosely from his fingers while you snored quietly astride him. A wonderful nightcap, he thought. Charles smirked as it passed though his mind.

“Such an alluring woman in your arms and you just allow her to sleep?” Erik tisked as he deposited himself beside him. Stretching his long legs and rolling his shoulders. 

Charles hummed, eyes falling back to the novel. “She was tired.” He did his best to ignore the impure thoughts flowing from Erik like waves, as well as the heat from his love in his lap. It was always a game, Erik plucking at him, nudging him, pushing his control with every weapon in his disposal to undo his control. And Charles played along, even if he knew the end result would always be the same. Nowadays he even prefers it to chess. You, their darling, always the most exciting wildcard. Sometimes you’d follow along, tease him as ruthlessly as Erik. Others you’d be in nearly the same place as him. But most often you were the desperate deciding factor that never failed to undo both of their facades. You never had much patience and it was hard not to give in when you begged so sweetly.

Erik leaned over, his cologne invading Charles’ senses as he plucked the book from his hand. Tossing it onto the coffee table even as Charles huffed. Erik managed to catch him by surprise with a gentle kiss, brief but he felt the tension gather regardless. 

“She never minds.” Erik spoke against his lips, seizing the opportunity to pull you into his own lap. Charles rolled his eyes at his antics, hearing your displeased moan as Erik settled you to his liking. Slowly, your eyes fluttered open. Dazed and a bit annoyed at the disruption, only to smile lazily when you saw the cause of it. Erik nuzzled into your sleep flushed neck as you gained your bearings. Nose nudging the, collar, necklace he’d gifted you. A reminder.

“Hi,” Was all you managed. You hadn’t seen much of him when he returned with Charles, allowing Peter and Raven to have their fill of his attention. He always made it up to you.

“Hello, angel.” Lips quirked as he pulled away from your skin. “Charles here was just chastising me for wanting to wake you, but I’ve missed you so much. You don’t mind, do you?”

Lazily you rolled your gaze towards the aforementioned man, his exasperated expression cluing you into the nature of the moment. Lifting your legs into his lap you drew your foot dangerously close to Charles’ fly. “No, never. I’ve missed you too.” Adding a, “Both of you.” As you cheekily pressed down on the growing bulge. Charles’ was always easy to wind up, though you never blamed him. Having the dirtiest of their lovers' fantasies projected into one's mind would drive anyone mad. Though, he could give as good as he got.

“That’s my girl,” Erik laughed before pulling you into a kiss. Quickly becoming heated as his hands slipped under the oversized t-shirt, one you couldn’t remember who you stole it from. It never failed to make you feel absolutely spoiled when you weren’t the victim of the teasing. Either side was wonderful but how could you not enjoy the devoted attention?

You shifted to straddle Erik the moment his lips give yours reprieve. Knowing this would further frustrate your other lover. His tongue and teeth were relentless on your shoulders and neck, pooling heat between your thighs. Feeling a bit mischievous you met Charles’ eyes, rolling your hips and huffing out noises in a more exaggerated manner than necessary. The widening of his pupils and darkening of his expression were more than enough reward for your antics. 

“Naughty.” Uttered Erik, returning his gaze to Charles as well. “Since I so rudely interrupted you, why don’t I take our girl to bed and you can finish your book. How does that sound, love?” Holding eye contact with the irritated man even as he spoke to you.

You pulled back to lift your top over your head with a sigh. Charles would most certainly make you pay for this later. “Sounds wonderful. You know how much our dear Charles appreciates his… personal time. Don’t stay up too late Char, I’m sure you’re exhausted from the flight.” 

With a wink, Erik lifted you as he stood. Hands gripping your bottom tighter than necessary while you giggled. He answered the sounds with a harsh swat, quickly crossing the room to the bed. A gentle toss had you bouncing on the sheets, playfully wiggling as Erik admired your nearly nude form. Sitting up you crawled towards him, knowing behaving was the best course of action to get what you wanted from him. 

“May I please undress you, sir?” 

“Such manners tonight. Yes, you may, angel.” He smirked, both of you making a point to keep your attention on eachother. Undressing Erik was as exciting now as it had been the first time. Every button popped sent a rush between your legs. The desperation to feel his skin against yours nearly causing you to just tear the garment apart but you steadied your breath and went on. It was always sweeter when you took your time. The moment he could let the shirt slide from his arms you sent a focused image of what you saw to Charles. Your fingers on Erik’s belt, the forming bulge, his heat flushed skin and the absolute sinful look on his face. You knew Erik would be doing the same, the devious man he is. 

Eriks pants were pushed down easily leaving you eye level with your prize. Fingers traced the outline of his cock through his underwear and you kissed across his stomach. He allowed it for a moment, letting out a heavy breath and running his fingers across your scalp. Suddenly his hand clenched and he was once again out of your grasp as he wrenched you away.

“Hm, darling, I’m quite sure I gave you permission to undress me. Not to touch me.” You looked up at him through your lashes, despite his stern tone his expression was amused. 

“I’m sorry, sir. I’ve just missed you so much-” The necklace around your throat tightened and you were pulled back onto the bed suddenly. The edges were rounded but the force of his abilities were noticeable. His expression of strength never failed to make your sex throb, gripping the sheets while you waited for his next move. 

“Always such a desperate whore, no wonder you need the two of us. Now, were you good while we were gone? Did you keep your pretty hands to yourself? Hm, Charles?” Finally you both turned to face the telepath. He was a sight, cheeks pink, brows pinched and thighs spread. You’d suddenly regretted not taking the opportunity to ride them earlier, beginning to become desperate for some contact.

Painfully slowly Charles raised his hand, two fingers meeting his temple as he stared back at you. Giving your best doe eyes you waited for him to deliver your verdict.

Charles inhaled deeply, you knew he’d come across the memories of how close you’d gotten to breaking their rules. The absolutely sinful thoughts you’d had. With a flutter of his eyes and a sigh, he spoke.

“She behaved.” 

Erik chuckled, “Learned your lesson last time, didn’t you baby?” 

“Uh-huh.” You smiled sweetly as he pulled the rest of his clothing off. Excitement building, knowing soon you would finally get what you needed. 

You were aching, the full weight of their gazes had you nearly on edge. Erik took his time climbing onto the bed and between your legs, gently running his fingers from your knees to hips with a look of consideration. 

“I think, since you’ve done so well for us, that you deserve a reward. Do you?” Erik twisted words, you knew one slip up and you’d be across his lap. Normally that would be fun but you hadn’t been lying when you said you missed them.

“As long as you believe I do.” You managed, praying truly submissive was what he had in mind.

Erik snorted, leaning to press kisses down your chest and across your breasts. “Right answer, darling, correct.” You arched into him, the wet heat of his tongue heaven against your aching nipples. Attempting to press your thighs together was futile, Erik’s waist preventing any relief. His mouth soon moved down your stomach, irritatingly skipping your center in favor of biting your tender thighs. 

“Please, sir. Please! I’ll be good, I promise I will. Please just… I need,” Your rambling cut out abruptly when he ripped your underwear from you and latched onto your clit like a man starved. Suddenly, noise, let alone words, seemed impossible to produce. You merely tossed your head onto the pillows and held on for dear life. You wanted to twist your fingers into his perfectly styled hair, you wanted to hold him to you with your legs but you’d promised to behave and you would. You would do anything to keep this absolutely magnificent man’s lips on your cunt. 

A shallow groan caught your attention, dimly aware of your surroundings as Erik absolutely devoured you. Lifting your head slightly you saw Charles. Now gripping himself through his slacks, watching your every move. You imagined the two of you were a sight, especially from his vantage. Almost feeling jealous of his position. But before the thought could fully manifest, Charles pressed his temple again. 

The third person view of one of the most powerful mutants between your thighs and yourself arching and writhing against him, cast in your brain. You nearly screamed. A broken moan leaving you instead, Erik’s own groan vibrating on your slit let you know he was privy to the same vision. You watched helplessly as Erik rolled his hips into the bed, wondering if Charles had bested him tonight. Though the notion abandoned you quickly when Erik thrust two fingers into you, tongue fluttering against your clit while simultaneously tightening the metal around your throat.  

Being good was nowhere on your radar as your hands shot to Erik, gripping his hair and locking your thighs tight around him. Regardless of your interference he worked you though your high like it was his only purpose. 

As spots started to invade your vision he finally let up. The collar dropping loose and mouth moving to press kisses across your pelvis. Dizzy with pleasure but still frantic for more you yanked on Erik, pulling him into a messy kiss. Sucking your own taste off his tongue.  You swore you could feel Charles in your mind, feeling what you were, his arousal was palpable. Though, you knew you heard him undo his pants and at last, grip himself. 

In an absolutely disorienting motion Erik flipped you onto your stomach, raising your hips. You knew he was done with the games. Your last thought being that as he thrust himself inside you without warning. With no time to adjust he began a brutal pace, teeth nearly rattling as you cried out. Scrambling for purchase, anything to ground you as he slammed harshly from the start to end of your pussy. 

“Always so fucking tight, so wet,” Erik was snarling now, lost completely to his own lust. “This is why we keep you, this is your purpose.” 

Anything past Erik inside you was null. Nothing mattered, thoughts completely blank, save for the vicious pleasure radiating from between your thighs. 

Probably why you didn’t perceive Charles in front of you until he hooked a finger in your collar and harshly commanded your attention. He kneeled on the bed, pretty pink cock in hand. Reflexively you opened your mouth wide, tongue out, to which he moaned. Pressing himself forward with the same need you’d felt this entire time.

“Such a good girl,” Charles’ touch was tender even if his pace was not. Praising you as his length pushed past your gag reflex. Further exacerbated by his unwillingness to loosen his grip on your collar. “Always so good for us.” He muttered. Images of Erik and yourself flashed through your mind, as well as the sloppy kiss shared by the men over you. You surrendered yourself to the sensations and before you knew it you were tightening around Erik.

“That's it, c’mon, make a mess on my cock. Be a good girl and cum.” Erik’s voice combined with the loving look Charles gave you sent you over the edge. Clawing at his pale hips and screaming around him. 

The wonderful taste of Charles finding his high followed soon after. Erik took a moment longer, slamming against you before he reached his. The tightening of your collar prefacing him, though you weren’t quite aware anymore. Floating on endorphins. 

By the time you truly came to, Charles was tucking you in and curling around you. Muttering to Erik to ‘Hurry up’. The second he realized you were back he smiled. 

“Welcome back, love,” You answered him with a smile settling into the warmth of his chest. A gentle as always, yours and Erik’s port in the storm. You could hear the latter puttering about, before he slipped under the covers. 

“Mm,” He hummed, nuzzling into your hair and joining the tangle of limbs. “I wasn’t too rough was I?”

Even if he tried to mask his meaning with his playful tone you could hear the concern dripping from his voice.

“You were perfect. I love you.” Your voice was scratchy to even your own ears but both your men just held you tighter. 

You shut the door out of Xavier’s office as gently as possible while trying not to draw attention to yourself. The nature of your agreement with the Professor was one of utmost secrecy, although you didn’t really believe it was necessary. 

Your mutation was not physical and you couldn’t create or control anything like Storm did weather and Pyro did fire. But what you could do was understand. Languages, specifically. It had developed in high school while taking foreign language classes. Suddenly, no matter how difficult the material was your mind would automatically translate it.

Xavier wanted to test the limits of the mutation and had started introducing ancient and alien languages. The foreign symbols did not translate when you first looked at them. But after Charles explained some basics of the language, your mind was able to create the rest and translate it. 

Charles maintained that if the truth of your mutation were to become more publicly known than the information could fall into the wrong hands. Alien technology was extremely dangerous, especially in regards to DNA tracking. Which meant anyone who wanted to exterminate mutants was determined to get the tech.

You weren’t so convinced. There were so many other, easier ways to accomplish their goal. But you agreed to keep your head down and tell anyone who asked that you carried the mutant genes but hadn’t developed any powers. It was a believable enough explanation for working with Charles so often. —

This whole keeping-your-head-down thing wasn’t working quite as well as you had hoped. In fact, it had attracted the attention of the campus flirt, who you often avoided purposefully.

— It had started two weeks after you had first arrived, while you were sitting in a common room. Peter had sped into the room, immediately draping his arm around his friends and reciting cheesy lines to. No one took him seriously, it was just the way he was.

When he noticed you, Peter appeared sitting next to you in a moment. He leaned in close, a crooked smile on his face as his eyes peered into yours. “Is your power illusions, because I like what I see.”

“It’s not.” You stated, moving your head ever so slightly backward.

“Guess mine.” In a flash, Peter appeared across the room, casually using Ororo as an armrest. 

“Moving too fast.” You offered with raised brows.

Peter appeared immediately in front of you. You were an inch apart, so close you couldn’t help but get lost in his dreamy eyes. A rush of heat rose to your face as your heart sputtered in your chest.

“Just fast enough.” He poked you square in the forehead before disappearing in the blink of an eye.

You were left there, utterly unable to move as you stared at the empty space where he was a second ago. You had had a feeling even then that he was going to be trouble.

— After your initial meeting, you had avoided Peter as much as possible. You’d purposefully avoid where you thought he would be and would retreat from anywhere he appeared. The only problem was how dreadfully obvious you were about it. 

As soon as your eyes met you would look like a deer in headlights before turning starkly around and exiting without a word. It usually caused any others in the room to laugh or feel secondhand awkwardness.

This only seemed to make Peter more determined to get your attention. Sometimes he would yell “HI!” across the rooms, other times he would appear beside you.

“This whole mysterious act really works on me.” 

That was the issue! Why did he have to make your heartache and your hands shake whenever he appeared beside you. Initially, you had tried to blame it as a fear reaction to his sudden appearances. But one day you had looked for him, deliberately, as if you wanted to see him.