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Logan Howlett x Mutant! Fem! Reader

Warnings: smut, PinV (wrap it before u tap it), rough, sparring, age gap (legal), creampie, dom! Logan, oral (male receiving)

Summary: While sparring with Logan, he ends up pinning you to the ground. His heightened senses reveal your truths and you beg him to take you <3

Your mutant powers challenged Wolverine’s, with super strength and regenerative healing, you could spar with him any time. There was no fear of getting hurt.

He stood across from you, chest heaving and gleaming with sweat. His shoulders, broad and strong. His chest, the same. A pair of sweats hung low on his hips. Each muscle was perfectly defined. You could lick this man in front of you from his face to his cock and wouldn’t mind a single bit. A snarl reminded you what you were supposed to be doing. Blinking away your thoughts, you used his anger against him, moving quickly out of the way of his charged attacks. He was upset with not being able to beat you.

“That all you got, old man?” You grinned. The thrill of the fight sent shivers of adrenaline through you. His gaze hardened against you. With a growl, he lunged at you. You went to dodge, but it seemed he grew smarter about your tactics. At the last minute, he jutted to the opposite side, grabbing you at the waist and throwing you hard against the sparring mat. In the blink of an eye, he was on top of you, straddling your hips. One hand grasped your wrists and pinned them above your head. The other held himself up above you. You struggled, trying to get out from underneath him.

“So much for an old man, huh, bub?” He teased. The words sent a wave of arousal through you, making you squirm harder. He pressed your wrists further down against the mat, using more of his body weight to keep you there. He laughed lowly at your struggle.

“Even with your strength, you can’t get out of my grip? Looks like you need more practice, bub.” He growled.

“C’mon Lo, let me go!” You whined. Continuing to struggle against him, he smirked and kept you there.

“What’s the magic word, Princess?” He chuckled. He had never called you that before. The hold he had on you, the dominance he expelled, his tone of voice. All of it sent tingles through you, making heat pool in your underwear beneath your suit. A whimper left your throat when you noticed Logan’s nose twitch.

“Are you… getting turned on by this?” Logan questioned. You turned your head away from him, the crimson blush spreading across your cheeks was undeniable though.

“I can smell it, admit it. You think this is hot.” Logan’s grip on your wrists tightened. You sighed, knowing his heightened sense of smell made it impossible to lie. You nodded, not making eye contact with him. The heaviness against your wrists became drastic as he used it hold up his weight. With his other hand, he grasped your chin, forcing your head to turn to him.

“Words. Now.” He commanded. You gulped. The arousal pitted inside you grew deeper. You had a soft spot for being dominated. Most men or women didn’t have the strength to fight you. Finally, having someone who can hold you down. Someone who could fulfill your fantasies about being manhandled? You couldn’t resist the opportunity that presented itself. The fact that Logan hadn’t removed himself from the situation, despite knowing your arousal was there was spurring enough.

“Yes, I think it’s hot. I think you’re hot. I think, that you could fuck me right here and I wouldn’t mind.” The words spilled out of you before you could stop to even comprehend what you were saying. A mischievous grin spread across his rugged features and he leaned down. His beard scratched the side of your face.

“Right here, huh, bub? On the ground?” He teased. You nodded. He pressed his lips to yours. Arching your back to his chest, you tried to kiss him deeper. The control he had on your wrists still made it impossible. The kiss became heated as you moaned into his mouth. Any resolve you had dropping within moments. He finally released your wrists, grabbed your hips, and rolled the two of you over. You were now straddling him, but the kiss continued. Your hands found balance on his neck and in his hair. You gripped his hair tightly, pulling his head back to kiss his neck and leave small marks. A growl left his throat as he muttered something.

“What was that, old man?” You questioned, continuing your actions.

“I called you a fucking tease, Princess.” He retorted. The sound of his claws unsheathing was apparent. The cold air hitting your now bare skin clued you in on exactly what he did. He had cut your suit open through the back. His claws went back into his knuckles. He began to peel away the skin-tight body suit. You leaned back to help him pull it off. Your sweaty skin made the suit sticky to the touch and relieving to take off.

Once the suit was off entirely, leaving you in just your bra and panties, Logan kissed you again. His warm hands drew circles into your hips, lightly massaging them. One hand circled around your back, unclamping the bra. You let it fall to the floor. One of his hands stayed in your hip, while the other groped one of your boobs. He circled your nipple with his index finger, making it hard, before leaning down and taking it between his teeth. You caressed the back of his head, biting your lip and arching your back in reaction. His arms wound around your waist, holding you closer to him. You grounded against his still-clothed, agonizingly hard cock. Your head threw back, moaning as hick brushed against your clit through your underwear.

He pushed you onto your back against the mat, towering above you. His arms caging you in. He ground his hard on into you slowly, watching his own action. He leaned back against his legs. With one swift action, your underwear was torn away from your body. He stood up and pulled off his sweats, wearing nothing underneath. Your eyes widened, his size was impeccable. Huge, just like the man in front of you. Thick, heavy, and seeding with pre-cum. A large vein ran on the underneath of his cock. You shifted to be on your knees.

“Get it wet, slut. Then, I’m taking what’s mine.” He growled. One of his gripped the base of his cock, pointing it straight and the other gripped the hair on the backside of your head. You let him lead you. Opening your mouth, you took him in. A groan escaped his throat, low and gravelly, turning you on even more. His grip on your hair tightened, forcing you to take more of him into your mouth. You gagged around him, tears brimming at your eyes. You looked up at him through your eyelashes to find him staring right back at you. He slowly pushed into your throat further. The choking sound of you around his cock made him pull out enough to give you some breathing room. You nodded, cock still in mouth and he began to fuck your throat; Fast, hard, and sure to leave a bruise at the back of it. You used his thighs to steady yourself against him. Gaging and choking before he finally pulled out, satisfied with the wetness on it.

He pushed you against the floor again, settling himself between your legs. Using his hands against the back of knees, he bent you.

“Such a pretty fucking pussy, love.” He growled, lining himself up against your entrance. He slid his cock through your folds, teasing you just enough to make you whine.

“Beg.” He commanded.

“Please, Lo, I need you..” you whimpered out. He shook his head.

“Know you can do better than that, slut. C’mon, beg for it.” His cock pressed into you slightly, just the tip. You moaned at the slight stretch. He tutted.

“Pretty please with a cherry on top, need you, please Lo. I need you so bad it hurts!” you cried. He sheathed himself inside you with one quick thrust. A loud yelp left your throat. His heavy balls pressed against your ass, completely bottoming out inside you. He sat still, letting you adjust to his sheer size.

“Ready?” He asked after a minute.

“Yes, Lo.” You replied. He slowly began to move inside you. Your walls clenched around him. You moaned in pleasure. The stretched feeling you had made you grip his forearms tightly. He began to quicken his pace, hitting the spongey spot inside you. You cried out. His hips faltered, looking at you in concern.

“Good or bad?” He asked.

“Good, do that again please.”

He laughed at your whining. His thrusts picked up again. Pounding into you, your back sticking to the mat. He adjusted his position, leaning his weight against one forearm on the ground next to your head. With his other hand , he pressed your leg up. The new angle hit even deeper. His head, now next to yours, let you hear every grunt and low moan he let out. Your pussy squeezed him, the tension in your stomach building. He hit your g-spot with each thrust. Your moaning got louder, getting closer to climaxing with every thrust.

A thumb suddenly brushed your clit. You arched your back against it. The stimulation was to much but not enough at the same time.

“More, please, Lo,” you begged, “please.”

Your legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him in closer. His thrusts got harder, ruthlessly pounding into you. Your walls ached with need around him. Muscles tensing and relaxing with each thrust.

“Fuck, such a tight little cunt,” He groaned in your ear. His thumb stuck itself to your clit, circling it quickly. “C’mon, Princess, come undone around my cock.”

His words sent you over the edge. Your orgasm crashed through you. His thumb continued to circle your clit, still thrusting into you. The overstimulation made your eyes roll back. No sounds could be produced as your orgasm rolled through you. His pace quickened, chasing his own orgasm.

“Think you got a second one for me, Princess?” He drawled, “C’mon, I know you do.” His thumb still drawing circles against your clit making your hips buck. You nodded, desperately wanting to please him. Your thighs tightened around his waist, another orgasm approaching quickly. The stimulation against your both your g-spot and clit racking it up even higher. Your hips continued to buck, until he used his hands and forced your hips down against the mat. Using your hips as a stabilizer, he fucked into you. The feeling of him pinning you down, completely using you to fulfill his own needs made you tremble underneath him.

His thick cock moving in and out of you felt amazing, hitting your g-spot every time. Your eyes squeezed shut, moaning and squirming beneath him as he pounded into you. The sound of your wetness and his ball smacking against your ass sent you further into pleasure. Another orgasm ripped through you suddenly, waves of pleasure flowing through you. His hips stuttered. Your orgasm had brought on his own. You clenched down, milking his cock for everything he had. You could feel his hot, thick cum dripping between your legs as he slowly pulled out. He flopped beside you onto his back, hitting the mat heavily.

“Fucking great, Princess,” He turned his head towards you with a devilish grin. “Gotta spar like that more often.” You nodded. With a wink, he got up and grabbed his towel he used to wipe his sweat after training and brought it to you instead. He sat down on the ground in front of you, gently wiping away his cum and cleaning you up. A sweaty, tired smile appeared on your face.

“Thanks, Lo.” You whispered as you sat up. He hummed and kissed your forehead, standing up. He held out a hand to help you up. You took it, letting him pull you up. You held his hand tightly, struggling to stay upright on your legs. He chuckled, letting you lean against him.

“Lo, I’m naked and I can’t walk, how the hell am I supposed to get back to my room?” You questioned, lightly giggling. The whole ordeal seemed unreal. He brought you over to the chair his towel was on and sat you down. He walked around the room, picking up your undergarments and giving them to you. He tossed his wife-beater tank top at you. Slipping your clothes and his tank on, you tried standing up but failed, slumping back into the chair. Logan laughed, loudly, much to your dismay. He came over and picked you up, bridal style.

“I’ll carry you back, Princess.” He explained. Your eyes widened at the thought. Like he was reading your mind, he added, “Most of the team is out, we’ll be fine. Plus, don’t think I’m quite done with you yet.”

You blushed, hiding your face against his chest. You simply nodded, and clung tighter to him. He brought you to your room. Luckily, no one saw. Kicking the door closed behind him, he set you on the bed gently.

“Can cuddle for a minute first?” You mumbled. He kissed your forehead again, nodding. He climbed into bed next to you. He let you snuggle up against him, his chest still bare. You accidentally dozed off, almost immediately, tired from the ‘sparring’.

A/N: I’m watching X-Men: Days of Future Past and Logan is so cunty I can’t 70’s fashion suits him so well. And just the physique Jesus Christ the first scene with him showing almost everything 🫣🫣 my jaw, on the floor. My panties, soaked. Thank you 🙏🏻