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jammydodger3579 · 4 months ago

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Young Lust pt. 4

Summary: Y/N fills Logan in on her past

A/N: So this is just filler for now, a bit of backstory to flesh out the reader.. hopefully, you like it, and we'll do some spy stuff in the next chapter, promise.

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18+ for mature audiences only.

2000+ word count.

Warnings: smut, mentions of SA and grooming, panic attacks. cursing (? I can never remember)

“So wait, what? tell me that again” Y/N said, blinking. She was taken aback. Logan let out an exaggerated groan as he moved around in bed. He sat up and looked at his girlfriend.

“I’m thinking of moving out of the mansion and I want you to come with me,” he said, searching Y/N’s face. She smiled. It had only been a few weeks since she’d left the hospital so she was still out of action in terms of fighting against the mutant Widows. She and Logan have been spending most of her recovery together at the mansion. She enjoyed staying with Logan, especially since the Professor and Tony had asked her and Yelena to lead a support group for the mutant Widows that they found. Y/N found it quite healing, talking with the other Widows about the after-effects of mind control. Things seemed to be going well for them, so Y/N didn’t know what to say at Logan’s proposition.

“Why do you want to leave? I thought you loved this place,” she brought a hand up to hold Logan’s face, stroking over his beard with her thumb. He planted a soft kiss on her hand.

“I do, but it’s time for me to move on. And I wanna move on with you,” he said, moving over so his body was on top of her. He started kissing that sweet spot on her neck, causing Y/N to moan into Logan’s touch.

“Logan… we’ve only been together for a month…” she said, trying not to let Logan’s distraction tactics work. He lightly bit at her neck, causing her to moan again.

“And it’s been great. I don’t want it to end, that’s why I’m asking for you to come with me” he looked deeply into her eyes. She wasn’t sure what to say. She would love to give up everything for Logan. The idea was tempting. But there were still men experimenting on mutant Widows. Y/N needed to finish the job.

“Okay, but after Dreykovs followers are gone. I can’t leave this job unfinished” she said. Logan was smiling. He leaned down and kissed her passionately. “I thought you were tired, old man”

“Never tired of this” he snaked a hand under her nightshirt to cup her right breast, this thumb brushing over her nipple. She moaned against his lips.

“Lo, I’m still recovering”

“I’ll be gentle” his face was nuzzled in the crook of her neck.

“I don’t think that's possible for you” She ran her fingers through his hair. “Can we just lie here instead, I’m tired” Logan sighed, nodding against her neck. The two fell asleep intertwined in each other.

The image of her own corpse returned to Y/N’s mind, repeating the same words, ‘Worthless!! Replaceable!! Disposable!! Unloveable!!” with an unnatural jerk of the hand, it reached out towards her, bones crunching as it moved. She screamed as the body got off the table, moving closer and closer towards her. The closer the body got, the more decomposed it looked. Maggots crawled around the mouth, the eyes looked hollow and white. It spat thick black blood in her face. Y/N sank to the floor, squeezing her eyes shut.

“You’re not real, you’re not real” she repeated, over and over again.

“You’ll never amount to anything,” it said in a demonic voice. Y/N kicked her leg up, snapping the head off the corpse.

She awoke, startled. She sat up in bed, putting her head in her hands. Logan stirred, waking up next to her.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Bad dream, go back to sleep,” she said, slowly getting out of bed. She went over to her dresser and pulled out some pants. She gently pulled them over her legs. Logan got out of bed and walked over to her.

“Hey, talk to me, what was it”

“Nothing, I’m going to the gym”

“No, talk to me. You’ve been distant ever since the accident. What’s going on?” Logan had two hands on her shoulders, searching her face for an explanation. She shook Logan's hands away, slipping past him to leave the room.

“Drop it, Logan,” she said before exiting the room. She made her way down to the gym, putting her headphones on and getting out a yoga mat. She did the yoga routine that Jean taught her to do to aid her recovery while listening to music. She was in her own little world so she didn’t notice someone coming in until the lights turned on. She took her headphones off and looked up at Logan. She sighed. “I told you, I didn’t want to talk”

“I’m here to exercise,” he said, pulling a yoga mat over to Y/N. She scoffed.

“Yoga, really?”

“You’re not supposed to judge,” he said, stretching onto the mat. She smiled as she watched Logan attempt to do yoga. She continued her routine, stretching up into a downward dog position. She turned to look at Logan, who was attempting to do the happy baby pose.

“Like this” Y/N demonstrated the proper pose and Logan watched. She sighed, stretching her hands over to her head. “I had a friend… a really close friend. She was a Widow too, so we all grew up together. She was beautiful… but she also got me in trouble for sneaking out, doing drugs on missions and stealing from the guards. She always played the innocent card, and then one day, she just disappeared. Without a trace. I’ll never know where she went. I’m glad she’s gone because since doing therapy I’ve figured out she’s just a really bad person… but I’m also sad that my best friend is gone. Yelena is no help, she always thought Evie was bad. She’s always saying ‘I told you so’ so I just stopped talking about it. Everything is fast-paced with Evie, we were gonna get out together and run away. Live in the mountains or something. Instead, she probably just got herself killed… and I shouldn’t miss her because she’s the one who introduced me to oxy. But I do miss her… A part of me thinks I’ll find her in one of these bases” She couldn’t make eye contact with Logan as he spoke. He sighed and moved so he was sitting next to her, wrapping an arm around her. “She… she assaulted me when we were young and I only just realized as I was doing therapy with the other Widows… She would make me… do things to her… things I didn’t want to do… but she’d say she would stop being my friend if I didn’t do them” Y/N was crying, she didn’t know why she was crying but she was. Logan was rubbing her back, consoling her.

“I’m glad you told me…” Logan said, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“Of course, I… I love you” She said for the first time. Logan smiled and kissed her.

“I love you too… now can we please go back to bed? It’s like 2 am” Y/N nodded, getting up. She and Logan returned the yoga mats to their respective places before walking up to his room. She felt peaceful like a weight had been lifted off her chest. The two crawled into bed and fell asleep together.

—

The Saturday morning sun was beaming through the curtains, waking Y/N from her sleep. She didn’t know what time it was, nor did she care as she had nothing planned for the day. Logan was sleeping beside her, as he had no reason to get up early. She rolled over in bed so she was spooning Logan, causing him to stir awake.

“Hey, I’m big spoon,” he said, his voice groggy from sleep. Y/N smiled and kissed his shoulder.

“Not today, you’re not,” she said. Logan rolled over to face her. He kissed her passionately, his hand on her hip to pull her flush against him. She smiled into the kiss, feeling Logan’s growing erection against her. “Someone’s excited” Logan moaned in agreement, moving so he was on top of Y/N. He slowly grinded against her, his need increasing.

“Is this okay?” he pulled away to search her face. She nodded.

“Yes,” she said, taking off her nightshirt. Logan was going slow, taking his time planting kisses down her neck and chest. He stopped at her breast, sucking gently on her nipple. He reached down and ran two fingers over her slit, on top of her underwear. She brought her hips up to Logan, urging him to keep going. He lightly bit at her nipple, causing a moan to leave her lips. She reached down and slipped out of her underwear. Logan teased her cunt, feeling just how wet she was. She moaned, pulling Logan in for a kiss. It was needy, she wanted him now. Logan got the hint, taking off his underwear and stroking himself. He ran his cock against her entrance before slipping inside. Y/N let out a breathy gasp, wrapping her arms around Logan's neck. They kissed passionately, Logan’s tongue dominating her mouth. He moved agonisingly slow, for once wanting to savour each moment, each feeling, each breath. It was sensual, the way they moved in sync with each other. Each thrust from Logan brought Y/N closer to her finish. She pulled away from the kiss, slightly breathless. “I’m gonna need you to speed up”

“Yes ma’am” Logan shifted his weight onto his knees, pulling her hips down to meet his. She smiled at the shift, excited for what’s to come. Logan’s thrust slowly sped up, increasing to a sloppy pace. He could feel she was close, her pussy clenching around his cock. The room filled with the sound of their pleasure, a symphony of moans from the two of them.

“L-Logan, I’m gonna-” With a shudder, she came, unravelling around Logan. She bucked her hips into his, eager for him to feel just as good. Logan came with just a few more thrusts, filling her deep inside. Logan pulled Y/N up to him, kissing her roughly as they rode out their highs together. She pulled away from the kiss, leaning her forehead against his. “I-I love you…”

“I love you too” They sealed their expression with another kiss before a knock on the door interrupted them. Logan groaned. “What is it?”

“The Professor wants to see you both” Jean's voice rang through the door. Logan groaned, separating himself from Y/N. The two showered and got dressed before making their way to the Professor's office. Tony and Jean were there too. Y/N took a seat in front of the desk and Logan stood behind her. There was a holograph playing security camera footage on Xavier’s desk.

“We have new intel on who’s running these mutant Widow camps,” the Professor said, turning the holograph around. Y/N’s heart was racing, deep down she knew but she didn’t want to believe it. Those hollow eyes, that evil smile. Staring back at her was her greatest enemy and best friend. The one that groomed her and abused her and made her feel loved and cared for. The person she worried she would bump into all the time, the one that made her feel undeserving of good things. “Her name is Evie Oakley, she’s been running them for the past seven or so years,”

His words sounded muffled like she was underwater. She could hear her heart racing. Gasping for air, she looked at Logan who was saying something to the other men. She wanted to focus on his words but there was a pounding in her head. She looked around the room, trying desperately to focus on something, anything that would bring her back to reality. Jean looked at her before looking back at the men. She was yelling something. Y/N stood up from her seat and started to walk to the door before breaking down in sobs.

“Worthless!! Replaceable!! Disposable!! Unloveable!!” the words rang through her head over and over. She couldn’t breathe. Someone placed a hand on her shoulder and by reflex she shook it away before noticing it was Logan.

“Y/N are you okay? What do you need?” She regained her breath, holding tightly onto Logan’s hand. The pounding in her head dissipated. She looked at Logan, focusing on his features, his hazel eyes, his kind smile. She could get through this. She wiped her face from tears and took a deep breath.

“I need to finish the job”

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