#which unfortunately means they are boring to me

[devastator1775]

Are you high, N?!

Summary: Uzi and N are invited to a party. Uzi had detention, so she told N to go without her first. Uzi had asked V to keep an eye on him. Uzi should've known better. Teenagers bring magnets to parties. And they had given some to N. Perfect. Just ...perfect.

Uzi stomped through the hallway, feeling a mixture of both concern and frustration. She was heading towards Thad’s place, where the latter was hosting a party. Uzi, for once, had been invited and so was N. She had been psyched to go, but due to an unfortunate accident involving her Solver abilities, she had detention. It was like she wanted to rip that girl’s arm off. …okay, maybe a little. It was not like they couldn’t attach it back.

So, because of that, she hadn’t been able to get to the party when it started, but that didn’t mean that N had to wait. She had told him that it was okay for him to go without her and that they would meet up after her ‘after-school prison experience’. She didn’t mind. It would be an opportunity for him to meet and get to know some more of her classmates. You know, in case one of them was being an annoyance to her and she needed to sic her boyfriend on them. …and because N needed to make more friends, obviously.

She actually had to almost beg for him to go, because he had hinted that he would break into the detention room and hang out there. Which would’ve led into them both into more trouble. So, once she finally had managed to convince him to go with V and Lizzy, she had gone to her detention and awaited the slow, agonizingly boring hour before she was released.

But that was not why she was stomping through the halls at her hastened pace. No, a few minutes earlier, she’d gotten a text from V that N ‘was in a bit of trouble’, but she refused to elaborate on what. So, summarized: concern for N, frustration for V.

It didn’t take long for Uzi to reach Thad’s place – just had to follow the music and telltale sounds of rambunctious teenagers – and was met by V and Lizzy.

“So, where is that idiot?” Uzi asked.

“Which idiot?” V asked with a wicked grin. She pointed her thumb at the door behind her. “There’s a lot of idiots in there.”

“My idiot!” Uzi pinched the spot where her nose would’ve been – if they had been designed with noses, obviously – and sighed. “Can you please tell me what happened?”

“Uh …” V suddenly looked bashful, scratching her cheek with a nervous grimace. “Better if you see for yourself.”

Uzi wasn’t getting any calmed with these answers. “Can you at least tell me if N alright?” She asked, feeling a mild panic bubbling up but trying really hard not to show it. “He’s not hurt, is he?”

“No, he’s …fine.” V answered. “Let’s just say that he has, uh …experienced what teenage drone culture is.”

“Don’t tell me he’s he drunk on gasoline?” Uzi groaned. When V shook her head, she let out a groan. “Okay, whatever it is, I thought I asked you to keep an eye on him?”

“You did, and I was.” V defended herself. Uzi noticed how barely noticeable blush lines were forming on her visor. “It just happened so fast. I was only gone for just a few minutes.”

“A few minutes …”

“Maybe longer?”

“For what? What were you doing that you left N alone?”

“I was …preoccupied with …things.” V really started to blush now.

“Doing what?”

Lizzy let out something that was a combination of a frustrated groan and a defeated sigh. “We were making out in the closet.” She clarified with a blush of her own. “Very …passionately and heavily.” She pulled V’s scarf – that Uzi just noticed she had been wearing – away and showed the bite mark on her shoulder. “Very heavily.”

V started to blush like crazy, looking like she got caught with her hand in the computer chip cookie jar.

Uzi felt herself blush as well, but she quickly shook it off. She coughed in her hand. “Well …okay, then. I guess as far as reasons go …I’ll give you a pass.” She sighed. “Can you please take me to N now, in whatever state he is you refuse to tell me?”

V and Lizzy guided Uzi through the mass of partying teenagers that had assembled inside Thad’s house. Drones making out, getting drunk on Thad’s parents’ gasoline supply, dancing badly, the usual stuff …if Uzi had to believe all those movies that involved parties, since she never received any invitations to one prior to this one. They brought her to a room and opened the door.

“We, uh, found him in here. Felt it best to leave him there. See if he’s alright or whatever.” Lizzy stated, already taken out her phone to check …whatever it was she always did on her phone. She grabbed V’s arm and started to pull her away. “We have a closet to get back to.”

Uzi rolled her eyes and walked into the room. She immediately noticed N, laying down on the floor, arms sprawled out and …humming a song? To her relief, he didn’t look hurt at all. He seemed a bit out of it, for some reason. He hadn’t noticed her entering or anything. Uzi cleared her throat.

No reaction.

“Ahem!”

N looked up with a dopey smile. “Uuuuziiiiiiii…”

“Hey N, wh – Wait!“ Uzi suddenly noticed a pair of magnets lying next to him. It suddenly all clicked together. His dopey behaviour, the way he seemed out of it. She let out a groan, pinching the non-existent bridge of her equally non-existent nose. She let out a heavy groan. “N, are you high?”

N started to laugh dopily, the question somehow very amusing to him. “Am-am I whaaa?”

Frustrated, Uzi grabbed him by his jacket and pulled him up, bringing him an inch apart from her own face. “High!”

N laughed again. “H-hiiii!” Then he booped his face against hers with a crooked grin. Uzi, blushing from the unexpected display of affection, didn’t even have time to properly process what was before here, before N promptly passed out.

Uzi placed him gently back on the ground and sighed. How the heck did he get his hands on pair of magnets?

…

What was she saying, she was at a party. A party organized by teenagers and occupied by teenagers. Of course they would have smuggled magnets with them. Of course, they would have offered some to N and, of course, N would’ve tried it.

“’I love doing anything.’, ‘I’m open to new things, I guess.’.” Uzi muttered to herself, repeating the phrases that N once told her. She sighed, crossing her arms and giving her passed out boyfriend a sympathetic smile. She couldn’t be mad at him for this. She was the one who had told him to go without her and make new friends. Although, she had hoped he would’ve been smarter than this.

“Okay, buddy. Let’s get you home.” Uzi said to her unconscious boyfriend and bend over to pick him up – which was easier than one would think when looking at Uzi’s small frame. She slung one of his arms over her shoulder and started to drag him out of there.

Once she exited the room, she, surprisingly, encountered V – sans Lizzy.

“Uzi, hey, I just …” V rubbed the back of her head nervously. “I’m sorry, okay? I should have been looking out for him, and-“

“Ugh, forget it.” Uzi quickly interjected. She wasn’t in the mood for an emotional conversation – she had the impression that V had a bit of gasoline inside of her as well. “I’m not mad at you. I’m …disappointed in him. I’m just gonna get him home and let him sober out.”

“Do you need help?”

“No, I-“ She huffed and attempted to get N into a more carriable position. “I got this?”

V grinned, her initial guilt quickly replaced with her usual mischievous wickedness. “Okay, if you say so, purple thing. See ya.” With that said, she left Uzi to her own devices.

It took a lot of effort, a lot of huffing and puffing and accidentally dropping her quarry a few times, but Uzi managed to bring N to the apartment that he and V had moved into. She dragged him to his bedroom and hauled him into his bed. With a huff she sat down next to him, wiping the digital sweat from her visor. She looked at her sleeping beauty and smiled softly. She pulled his sheets over him and stood up, ready to leave.

When she heard N groan in his sleep she stopped. With a sigh, she took out her phone and started to text her mom.

Uzi: [Mom, N got high on magnets @ the party. Got him home. Gonna stay with him until he’s OK.]

Mom: [OK NP]

Uzi grinned. So that’s what it was like to have a cool parent.

And then she got another text from her mom.

Mom: [Did you do magnets?]

Uzi: [NO! I wasn’t at the party! I had detention due to non-magnet related reasons.]

Mom: […]

Mom: [Okay. See you tomorrow.]

Still the cool parent. Uzi put her phone away with a smile and turned back to N …and stopped dead in her tracks, a blush slowly but surely glowing brighter on her visor. How was she gonna do this? Just …get in bed with him? It’s not like they never had a sleepover, but he usually slept upside down. That’s why there was a bar above the bed. He’d sleep there and Uzi would sleep in the bed. It would the first time they’d actually sleep in the same bed together.

She gulped and walked over to N’s bed. As she lifted up the sheet and crawled into the bed, she felt her circuits heat up. With a beating core, she started to shuffle closer and closer against N. She heard him groan in his sleep, stirring and shifting. One of his eyes opened slightly?

“Ugh …U-Uzi?” N asked groggily. He still seemed to be half-asleep. “Wha …what happ’nd?”

“You got high on magnets. I picked you up and got you home.” Uzi explained softly. “I’m staying the night. Is that …okay?”

N remained silent for a few moments. He let out a sigh. “You’re mad.”

“I’m not …okay, a little.” Uzi sighed. “How the heck did you get magnets?”

“Some guys offered.” N explained, his eyes falling shut again. “Said ‘all the cool kids do it’.”

Uzi groaned. “How about tomorrow, you point them out and I’ll …talk to them?”

“Hmmmkay …” N agreed sleepily, still too high to recognize the sarcastic tone in Uzi’s voice. “’m s’rry, Uzi.”

“It’s f-mhhh?” Uzi’s visor heated up when she realized that N had planted his lips on hers.

‘Oh my robo-God, we’re kissing!’ was the only thought rushing through her mind, running on repeat.

It wasn’t their first kiss, far from it. But Uzi still was getting used to these types of affection, and generally didn’t like it when it happened so suddenly like this. But this time …this time she just melted into the kiss and wrapped her arms around him. Once they parted, she just let out a dopey giggle. “Okay, you’re forgiven …for now.”

“Cool …” N really sounded like he was gonna pass out again at any moment. Uzi wondered if he even realized he had kissed her like that.

He pulled her close against his chest – Uzi felt like she was going to burn a hole through N’s mattress with the way her visor was burning. She opened her mouth to say something, but it seemed that N had fallen asleep again.  With a heavy sigh, Uzi surrendered herself to the situation and forced herself to relax into N’s embrace. She buried her face into his chest and closed her eyes.

This evening hadn’t gone the way she thought it would’ve gone.

She found it too bad she had missed the party.

Then again … in hindsight, this was way better than any party.

…

She still was gonna give him an earful in the morning.

But for now …sleeping in N’s arms was enough.

More than enough.

[dreaming-hibi]

Tech aspect

This is actually kind of old but, when it was 2020 and I was quarantined, I thought to myself, "What if KHR characters have use zoom and stuff to communicate during covid? What would be their usernames?"

so I ended up making many usernames, and then I wondered what kind of phone they would use... to what wallpaper... and profile pic anndd... Well, I didn't get much school work done in those days obviously.

Thanks to @ilx-8s, 'cause I had honestly forgotten I had this! Took me an hour to find it.

Tsuna would use something totally boring like tsuna27 — every other day Reborn hacks (read: he just knows where Tsuna keeps his passwords) into his account and changes it to VongDecimo to

His profile picture is just a very badly taken picture of Nattsu (or is it Nuts?)

Gokudera goes with 10RightHand, which has basically everyone and their mother asking him if that means he has 10 pairs of right hands

He doesn't have a profile picture but his status are hilarious, "The Tenth praised me for getting rid of some delinquents!" or "That idiot Yamamoto thinks he can be a better right hand than me but he's wrong", basically it reads like diary entries

Yamamoto was told he could use anything he liked so he went for baseball_yama, except for the fact that "yama" means "mountain" so it's basically a joke meaning "baseball_mountain"

He's actually the most normal out of all of them and his profile picture is just a him playing baseball

Ryohei is an idiot and his username would be boxing11111111111111111111111111, because he forgot to press shift and those exclamation marks came out as 1s

It was his sister Kyoko who set his profile picture to a boxing glove

Hibari didn't even want to make an account so someone else did it for him and his username would be hibari. with a period at the end like some kind of boomer

He did, however, decide his profile picture and that's Hibird

Mukuro only got one because the Kokuyo members made a private server to communicate and he didn't want to be left out (although, of course, he will never admit that). His username would be best_illusionist (everyone had to change usernames to match his)

Whoever keeps changing his profile picture to a pineapple WILL BE STABBED (it's a joint effort between all the members)

Chrome would be the only allowed to keep her original username, kuromu_kuromi

She's part of two servers: Kokuyo High and CuteGirls

Her profile picture is Kuromi

Lambo would only be allowed to get an account when he's older, age restriction! Anyway, at 13 he was probably still a brat so he would be LAMBOISTHESTRONGESTHITMANEVERRRR, unfortunately usernames cannot be capped

He did eventually change his username to llambo_bbovino

His profile picture is a picture of him trying to be charming, except that just made the other guardians tease him

Reborn goes by reborobot and acts like a spam bot to get on Tsuna's nerves — he also has a bunch of other accounts, because, again, he has to make Tsuna's life hell

Kyoko was probably the one to suggest getting a discord so that the girls could get together, and her username would be kyoko_mymelody

She's the main admin for the CuteGirls server (yes, this is definitely a joke on PreCure)

Her profile picture is My Melody

Haru was the one who suggested using Sanrìo character as usernames (because codenames are cool), her username would be haru_keroppi

She told everyone to choose the one character they loved the most or the one they related to

Her profile picture is her dressed as Keroppi

Unfortunately, I don't have the other characters because someone (yes me!) stopped at Enma....!

[vinelark]

hey you have a wife (!!) so you must be an expert on women. how do i woo a woman. please. help us

i asked my wife (!!) what my wooing strategy was and she said, “well, i wooed you, so jot that down.”

it’s true though; she’s the one who asked me out. she kissed me first. she Defined The Relationship first. which isn’t to say i didn’t participate in the wooing! i watched her favorite show so i could talk about it with her. i made her soup when she was sick (and then she reverse uno’d me when i got sick by making the same soup, only 10x better) (cooking is unfortunately not one of my wooing skills). i told her when i was thinking about her and joined her trivia nights and [redacted for tumblr]. but i did not have a Great Wooing Strategy.

tbh, i think the single best thing i did among the wooing was—and i know this sounds so, so cliche—just be myself. which, okay, hear me out: at the time i met my wife, i didn’t feel like i needed a romantic relationship to be happy/complete, and i had also come to the conclusion that i absolutely hated casual dating. like, i gave it a few tries and mostly found it exhausting and miserable and boring. so i had just decided not to actively pursue dating people i didn’t really know…and then, well, you can guess what happened next. (what happened was: i saw her and went, okay. maybe i could hold off on not dating for a bit. you know. for science.)

so when i first started seeing my wife, i approached it with this mentality of like—i don’t need this to work to be happy. if i date and keep dating someone, it’ll be because i truly, actively want to keep seeing them. which means i’m actually having fun with them. which means i’m just being myself around them, because that’s how i am around my friends, and also other than my Worksona i’m just not good at putting on a facade of any kind. i’m not going to pretend to be really sporty or super into hiking or like i don’t know what anxiety is. and lo and behold, i had fun with her. i wanted to see her again. i wanted to know her. and when i did, i got to do it as myself with no additional pressure of trying to seem cool so she’d like me more. (like, i definitely wasn’t trying to seem cool. somehow on our second date she asked what omegaverse was, and i had a moment where i could have pretended not to know. i did not pretend not to know.)

i mean, i definitely smoothed over some edges for a while, but i also just set a foundation to build the kind of relationship i wanted if it worked out. and i think that was crucial to the wooing; there’s a lot to be said for flirting and grand gestures, and there’s also a lot to be said for inviting someone to know you, and being open enough that they can just see how much you like them. for cultivating a dynamic where all your joy can readily and easily be shared.

[gaiuskamilah]

Naw because idk what was going on with Emika and Kaspar but it wasn’t normal that’s for sure

another thornecest truther 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 but for real it was not normal at all. they're so attached to each other, both dossiers saying they have a "particular weakness" for the other, going as far as too kill for each other, having a secret language and code that only they understand.. they are not normal. the fact that they're twins too just makes me raise an eyebrow even more. reminds me of so many other incestuous twins..

i need to replay crimes 2 but with the book taking so many cues from the gothic genre (i mean stuff like wuthering heights, jane eyre, flowers in the attic, crimson peak, etc., i once posted about how the thornes are gothic and someone said addams family and i ctfu) re: the story revolving around inheritance, family secrets (especially the cracking of and decay of the institution of the family), their fuckass dark as hell castle, then kaspar/emika twincest honestly just fits right in lol.

also not to say that the other thorne siblings haven't faced exclusion (trystan and astrid come to mind) but the twins' dossier specifically saying how emika and kaspar were blacklisted by "90% of fashion houses in europe" and "former member of international syndicate / sold out by anonymous member" respectively, both shunned by society, just makes me think...

[milkbreadtoast]

DUNMESHI EP 3 WAS SOOOO BEAUTIFUL OMG THE ANIMATION WAS SO GOOD😭😭😭 LAIOS IS SO CUTE I LOVE HIM... hes so smart... one of the most likeable male anime protags ive seen in a while... 1 of the most likeable protags period tbh anyway hes good🥺

[anotherpapercut]

sorry if this is extraordinarily pretentious but I do think it's wild that lobe piercings count as piercings in the same way a lip piercing does. it feels wrong. I have never thought of ear piercings as real piercings it seems like you should just be born with those right like they should be just in there naturally

[skrunksthatwunk]

it has just occurred to me that ive reached the point in my life where im enthusiastically looking at travel vlogs. idk how to feel about that

[nyxypoo]

live laugh love my local library

[themself]

when I'm depressed I find myself trying to look for like some kind of answer to it. like there's something wrong with the way that I am doing that's making me depressed. that its because I'm only as wanted as I can serve others. that I'm invisible and if I could be seen I would be okay. that I need some grand life goals I'm missing out on. like some drama or gravitas. but the truth is I don't need any of those and there's nothing broken about me and I'm not any different than any other person and my therapist would tell you that too. unfortunately the truth is a lot more mundane that I need more sunlight or to see people more but that is not as poetic. and you'd think that wanting to die would need a poetic or pretty reason but it doesn't. sometimes you just want to give up on living after being shut in your room for two weeks and there's nothing more to it

[lesbiansanemi]

Uh oh. I accidentally liked a marvel movie. Losing my media snob credibility immediately

[fingertipsmp3]

This book I’m reading is so good I’m genuinely mad that I put off reading it

[ladyluscinia]

Not going to put this directly on the long discussion chain that prompted it because it's somewhat topic adjacent at best and I have no intention of derailing a discussion of fandom racism, but - while reading some of the "Izzy critical" responses that @bromelads got - I did see mention of one thing that I have both passionate feelings about and a near constant desire to elaborate some oft ignored context for. So.

One of the things mentioned as a source of discomfort in fandom for "Izzy critical" poc was posts rejecting that Edward was growing or healing in 1x09 and 1x10, suggesting that it mostly serves to empathize with Izzy over Ed and to make Izzy's actions look better at the expense of Ed's character / softness. The same person who gave this example later agreed that there's some truth in the idea that Izzy crits' misinterpretation of Izzy fan meta has something to do with the (very baffling) perception that we all don't like Ed or think he's the simplified villain of Izzy's story or something, which I just want to a) appreciate for a second because I do actually adore Edward so much, and b) mention specifically because I think the whole Ed healing debate is a great example of that.

I'm not going to argue why I am staunchly in the "Ed wasn't healing" / "Kraken was inevitable" camp because I've done it before, but I do want to point out some related thoughts around that argument that I've picked up on each time it loops back around.

I feel like a lot of the people who strongly disagree with or get mad about that take frame it as though we are minimizing or rejecting the existence of Edward's softness entirely. It's like... Ok, so there is a distinct sequence of moments where Edward is displaying emotional vulnerability or a draw toward fine things that fans noticed, and then they interpreted the pink robe Ed's "healing" as all that starting to pay off in his character development (before being interrupted by an external obstacle: Izzy). A very straightforward A -> B. Only when I push back against B and say "hold on I don't see any healing in 1x10," then I feel like people hear me rejecting that all the moments of A meant anything at all. If I see the shadow of the Kraken as an internally motivated obstacle being built in earlier episodes, then I must think that's the dark and violent payoff, and the evidence of softness was a diversion or manipulation or just not going anywhere significant in character terms.

Which is very frustrating to me because Edward is a romcom protagonist.

Yes, this is very obvious to everyone. But it matters in this debate because protagonist status comes with very significant guarantees - namely, Edward is going to grow / heal / get his happy ending, etc. We've even got Stede's S1 arc (which remember is still unfinished too) as a good example of structure and focus on internalized character flaws framed by plot hurdles. There is no version of this story arc where Edward ends as the Kraken, and I have never seen anybody suggest he's not currently on a character arc toward growth and healing and a circle of true companions in Stede's crew who love him for who he is.

So when I or anyone else says he's not there yet, it's almost exclusively because we are arguing about where he is on this character arc in 1x10. Of course the appreciation for fancy clothes and slow mornings with overly sugared tea is going to pay off! Of course he's going to become friends with the crew (I'm rooting for Frenchie S2 bonding)! Of course he's going to get to beat back that self loathing he's carried since his dad! But people get defensive and angry like you are personally targeting them and declaring their blorbo an irredeemable asshole because you suggest character development major enough to drive a character driven show probably takes more than a few weeks of easygoing vacation to reach final form. That's not what I'm saying at all!

Interpretations upsetting or offending people even when written with a complete lack of malice is nothing new, but it really seems like making up a whole army of guys to get mad at for takes is happening more and more. (And I'll admit I'm probably getting more and more guilty of this myself as my understanding of what exactly people are arguing in different fandom city states gets more and more fractured. Meta builds off of meta, and if you randomly see one post by one blog you already disagree with, you might be missing a lot of context to clarify what they actually mean vs "of course that's the awful take you would have".)

[marley-manson]

I think writing fic is mostly making stuff up, even the most canon compliant fic is technically made up and therefore not canon in the traditional sense. And with that logic all fic is made up, and I release you to go wild in your fanfic writing dreams.

Yeah like I definitely agree, it's all just a case of degrees of separation from canon - unless you're writing for the show you're not writing truly canon fic, and even some of the show writers kinda fail at canon compliance lmao.

But tbf different people have different limits for how far they'll go and in what circumstances, and we all have our different preferences in terms of canon compliance (and our own different interpretations of canon to comply to, for that matter. Like straight Hawkeye is technically more canon compliant in terms of creator intent lol but you won't catch me reading anything where Hawkeye is straight.)

So yeah, everyone should definitely write whatever fic they want regardless of canon! But I do have my own personal limits in terms of what lines I want to cross, what's more flexible vs what I can't change without losing interest, even if it's in service to an otherwise interesting scenario.

Like to put my preferences another way, I would be more inclined to write magical AU dubcon featuring a love potion or smthn as a way to facilitate trainwreck Hawk/BJ/Peg, than I would, say, write Hawkeye agreeing to that triad because he's naive enough to think it's actually a good idea, or he loves BJ so much that he'll accept an unbalanced relationship, or he doesn't think he deserves better, etc. That's not My Hawkeye.

(Actually tbf the one non-AU way I think it could work is leaning into Hawkeye quitting his career post-canon in passive giving-up-on-everything depression, maybe his dad dying to make it even worse, and BJ innocently taking advantage, believing he's taking care of him and helping Hawkeye recover when really he's just emotionally manipulating him into becoming his second wife and giving up on his career forever.)

(Or maybe if Hawkeye lost his license...? Alcoholism, or being outed could do it easily. I feel like that could destroy him enough that he'd just cling to anything anyone offered. At least for a while.)

[rotisseries]

no bc coming up with ideas is SO hard its not talked abt enough. I find the writing moderately easy but with a lot of my fics it takes me so long to flesh out ideas for the actual story instead of one big idea.. ti's a curse

literally like I actually burned through that zelink fic I wrote cause I just for once actually knew the whole time what was going to happen like putting down a bunch of bullshit and going back to fix the bullshit later and make it not bullshit is actually remarkably easy for me if there's anything I can do it's ramble but coming up with ideas for the specific bullshit??? well brother you can just die

[apricote]

some day i will play an evil dark urge playthrough and romance minthara

[adelliet]

Wolverine x f!reader

MIND READER

Summary: Your parents sent you to your older sister Jean Grey to spend more time with her. However, you had no idea that one of her colleagues would also want to get to know you, but in a much deeper way.

Warnings: MDNI 18+, strong language, age gap, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), little bit of choking, unprotected sex (p i v), loss of virginity, cum play, aftercare, kinda fluff

“C'mon sis, don't look so grumpy” Jean said to you as you make your way to the X-men Mansion. You sigh and roll your eyes with arms firmly tangled on your chest.

“It's gonna be fun…my friend's are nice” she keep tried to ease the situation, that you're going to stay in this school for gifted for a week. It was your divorced parents stupid command, to get closer to your sister. You would rather eat a moldy banana with mayonnaise, but unfortunately, you had no other choice. Not even the banana.

When you walk in, your eyes widened as you saw the enormous place from the inside. From the outside, it looked really boring and old, so you were pretty surprised that it looked really fancy. “You're living in this?” you asked Jean and she nodded with a giggle afterwards. “Trust me, this is just the beginning” she said and you follow her through the halls.

You tried to avoid all the students passing by and you immidiately understood why it's called school for gifted. All of them were mutants. You didn't have to read everyone's minds to realize that, some of them were clearly obvious, because of their unusual physical form. Some of them looked pretty normal, but they were giving you a weird energy, not the typical one from a normal human.

“So, act nice and don't be mean 'kay?” Jean stopped at the last door on the end of the hall. You nodded annoyingly and put a fake smile, as soon as she opens the door and walked in. “Hey guys!” you peeked behind Jean and quickly scan all of the people that were in the room.

“So as I promised, I'm here to introduce my little siser!” She stepped aside to reveal you, making you anxious at all the eyes being glued to your face. You waved at them and suck your lips into a thin akward line. “So that's her!” a pretty tall man with a weird glasses on his eyes walked towards you, his hand in front of you. You claim his head and shake it, reading his mind without permission. *She's really just like her sister, beautiful* you made a disgusted face, trying to keep smilling.

“Hey, I'm Jean's boyfriend-“ “Scott Summers” you cut him off and finishing his sentence, leaving him speechless. Suddenly, you felt a painful ringing in your ears that Jean gave you as a warning. You promised her you wouldn't read these people's minds, but you can't help it, it's your natural instinct.

“How did you-“ “Don't worry about that” you cut him off, again, and quickly put a convincing smile. The next person who shake your hand was a blonde pretty girl, that looked really sweet. However, when you tried to read her mind, there was no thoughts about you, but about herself. She wasn't happy with herself, with her powers. You started feeling bad for her.

“Mystique” she smilled, even tho you knew it was fake. You wish you could help her, but this wasn't the best time and place to do that. Maybe another time. “Hey kid” a blue furry beast was approaching you and you startled by his deep voice and visage. “H-hey” you carefully grabbed his hand, which looked like a lego peace in his palm. “Hank McCoy” he had a white labotary cloak, which you inferred he was probably a scientist.

There were three other people in the room, Storm was radiating the sweetest energy. She was even worried about hurting you, when you were shaking her hand. One of the two men was a gentleman sitting in a wheelchair, who clearly informed you via telekinesis, that he could also read minds. His name was Charles Xavier, apparently he is the founder of all this. And the last but not least guy was looking pretty hot, like really fucking hot.

You felt goosebombs jumping all over your body when he walks towards you. His mischievous grin hits you right into your core, which started unexpectedly pulsating. “Hey kiddo” his deep voice tickled your ears and when you grab his enormous hand, your jaw dropped. Again, you read his mind without authorization. There was imagination of you, naked and being fucked by this man right in this room.

You flinched and released his grip. Your shocked face made that man scoff, before he leaned closer to your face. "Logan, nice to meet ya" he whispered before backing up onto his place, where he was originally standing. You were frozen, your mind was keep replaying that image of his, bended over a table that Charles was sitting behind.

You weren't even woken up by Jean's coughing, which was a clear indication that you should move. When that didn't happen, your sister decided to step in. “Alright! We should probably head away now...right sis?" Jean laugh and shake your body, when she grabbed your shoulder. You nodded, still speechless from Logan's thoughts.

"Bye! See ya later guys!" your sister led you out of the room and the moment the doors close, she tightly grabbed your arms and lower herself to your level. “Hey what's wrong with you?" you felt better now, so you finally answered her properly. "I'm fine" Jean was still firmly holding you, raising her eyebrow suspiciously. "You sure?" you nodded and gave her a fake smile, that convinced her.

Of course, she could read your mind and find out what's really going on in there, but both of you promised each other to not read each other's minds. You've honestly followed this rule since you were little, so why break it now?

“Okay, let me show you this place and then I'll help you unpack your things hm?” you nodded, not that you really have a choice, and walk beside her. However, the thought of Logan still hasn't left you. His soft hair shaped into ears of a beast, his sideburns that beautifully accentuated his face and his coffee coded eyes. God, his eyes were the second thing that stuck in your mind, after that deviant thought about you.

You were folding your clothes and putting them in the wardrobe right opposite your bed. Jean was helping you, using her mind to speed up the job. Few hours passed since you met Jean's colleagues and you still haven't stopped thinking about Logan. You didn't want to mention him in front of your sister, but your curiosity and desire got the better of you.

“So…um what exactly are Logan's powers?” There was pretty quiet silence, before Jean answered. “He has animal-keen senses, which includes healing factor and adamantium skeleton” you hummed and pursed your lips while nodding. Yoi were thinking for a second before asking again.

“So he's immortal?” “More or less... rather delayed aging, but we could easily kill him with our minds” Jean smilled while putting your shirt in the wardrobe. “Why'd you ask?” “Just curious…” surely you weren't just curious, but on the other hand you wanted to know what makes him so speacial to be on the same level as Jean. Seems like having a fury powers pays off.

“And how old is he?” your question caught your sister off guard and when the pieces fell into place, she dramatically gasp. “Do you have a crush on him?!” Fuck. Your eyes widened and you gave her a double look. “No! No I don't-“ “Look at me” Jean knows whenever you lie without using her powers, you always avoid eye contact and play with your fingers. Unfortunately, you did avoid eye contact and played with your fingers.

“I don't I just-“ “Look, I'll be honest with you, Logan is not a good guy,” you finally look into her eyes, when her voice changed into serious one. “He was hitting on me, even tho he knew damn well I was with Scott!” she threw her hands in the air, looking really frustrated while you just innocently stared at her and listen. “He's the type of guy that will use you, before he throws you away like a piece of trash” you incredulously raised your eyebrows. You tried your best to believe, that Jean was lying, but her face was dead serious.

“Really?” You squeal quietly with a disappointment in your soft voice. “Yes…” Jean sigh and came closer to you, when she notice how much that information hurt you. "I want the best for you sis and that's definitely not Logan" she grabbed your arms. "There are plenty of other handsome boys your age, who deserve you a hundred times more than he does" you nodded, even though you were refusing to trust her words. You didn't care about other boys, you cared about Logan.

"I understand, Logan's charm is irreplaceable" Jean acknowledged, making you smirk and nod in agreement. "But still…just don't fall for him 'kay?” you silently nodded, knowing that you already fell for him. You were aware that your sister was just trying to protect you and all that, because it's her responsinility, howerer, emotions cannot be controlled, neither can desire.

It was late at night, the moon was already glowing through the blinds of your room, which was lit just by a small night lamp. Your eyes were glued to small letters of your favorite book. You read word by word, line by line and paragraph by paragraph, until you turned the pages one by one. Time passed but your appetite for sleep was nowhere to be found.

You've no idea what time is it, but thanks to stars in the sky, which gave more light into your room, you deduced that it was pretty late. You naively thought that reading a book would make you tired, but that didn't happen. You didn't feel the slightest hint of tiredness as your mind was filled with thoughts of the man you were forbidden from your sister.

Every nerve in your body, every muscle wanted and still wants to feel Logan's hand like the first time, to hug him, to smell his scent, to feel him. You've probably never been so miserable like that for a man before. It's strange how much emotions can control you.

Since reading didn't help you fall asleep and you needed some sleep, there was only one possible way how to get tired. Coffee. For all the people you know, coffee gives them a boost of energy and wakes them up, but for you, it has the exact opposite effect. A good coffee with milk makes you tired, therefore you are always 100% sure that you'll fall asleep like a baby after it.

Since it was late at night, you didn't want to bother Jean to tell you the way to the common kitchen, so you quietly tiptoeed around the halls by yourself. It took you a while but your sense of direction did not fail you.

You peeked around the corner and besides a beautifully clean and cozy kitchen, you also saw Logan standing there with a beer bottle in his hand. At first, you thought you were just dreaming and already fell asleep, but it felt too real to be just a dream.

“Hey sweetheart” Logan greeted you when you caught his eye. "Hey" a quiet squeak left your lips, as were trying to find a capsule for coffee machine. “Lookin' for somethin'?” “Y-yeah a capsule…” Logan walked closer to you, leaving you breathless as the distance between you was almost immeasurable. He grinned, before his hand opens a cabin above you and handed you a capsule.

You weren't even able to say thank you when he stepped away from you. He insidiously left you full of anticipation just so he left you and don't do anything. You started to get to know his character, he likes to play with people and that's what makes him dangerous, but also so terribly charming.

You turned around and clicked the capsule into the coffee machine. You awkwardly waited for the coffee to be made, as the annoying noise echoed throughout the kitchen. You subtly glanced to the side and immediately dodged, when you noticed Logan watching you.

"Is there any reason you're getting a coffee at this hour?" he stepped forward, but leaving a fair space between. "I can't sleep" you chuckle as you realize how stupid it sounds. "And coffee helps?" you nodded and turned your head over to him. "No argument against taste" he takes a sip from his bottle, signing that his sleeping aid is beer.

You smiled before a soft exhale escaped your lips. You stared at each other and you couldn't help but read his mind. It was a view from third person. You and him in this kitchen just like now, except that you were sitting on the counter while Logan was hungrily kissing you and exploring your whole body with his hands. Your heartbeat raise and you almost melt at the image, when suddenly you went back to reality as a beeb sound from the coffee machine rang in your ears.

You subtly cleared your throat and poured coffee into the mug. But before you could turn around to get a milk from fridge, Logan overtook you. Without a blink of an eye, he was behind you and holding a cartoon milk box. "Need this?" he was standing so incredibly close, his breath was brushing your cold ears. You inhale shakily and nodded.

"Tell me when to stop" he whispered, pouring the milk into the mug already half filled with coffee. You started feeling your core pulsating, but as if that wasn't enough, his free hand touched your weist. You gasp, breath caught in your throat as his grip on your hip tightens. "Tell me when to stop" he repeated himself, his lips now touching your ear, the milk still pouring and his hand on your body slowly moved downwards.

You realize that his sentence had two meanings and wasn't just about milk. When the milk almost overflowed from the mug, he put it on the counter and finally had the opportunity to give you all his attention. Both of his hands were on you, one was going down, second up. You knew this was wrong, that you should've already stop him, but you couldn't. You wanted this, you needed this, you longed for this.

You could sense from his touch that he's being really careful and gentle, which is hardly against his nature. But he would do the sacrifice for you. One of his hand was already up your neck, hugged it lightly, so that he had you under control, while the other was getting dangerously close to your private part. Your eyes were keeping flickering, trying so hard to keep your vision clear but Logan's fingertips were leaving you breathless.

"Do you want it?" he groans, his low voice makes your pulsating faster. You nodded harshly, wanted to say something but all you could manage to do was just a quiet tiny moan. That was enough for Logan. His hand slides under your pajama shorts. He chuckle and moved his head even closer to yours, when he realized you're not wearing any panties. “Coincidence?”

Like everyone, you don't wear any underwear underneath your pajamas, because it's way more comfortable. However, you certainly didn't plan on deliberately not wearing panties, if something like this happened. However, Logan believed the version in his head, that you predicted the future and decided to not wear panties on purpose. Either way, the conclusion is the same, Logan has better access to your core.

You close your eyes and exhale softly, when you felt his cold fingers against your wet folds. "So wet, just because of me?" his rhetorical questions was turning you on even more. His dominance knew no bounds and so did his fingers, that were gently rubbing your labia. You bite your lips when he puts more pressure into his movements, trying not to look like a needy slut, even tho you were.

Everything around you started fading away, the only thing you could focus on was Logan and his fingers on your pussy. You could feel his growing dick trapped in his pants, poking your ass. Your instincts made you move your hips towards his fingers, rhythmically and without realizing provoking his dick. His breath started being cut off more frequently, you tortured him. You desperately wished you could read his mind right now, but you were too overhelmed to do so.

You lost yourself when he slowly insert his finger inside, finally making you whimper and throwing your head back, so you were leaning againts Logan's shoulder. “Oh you like that don't you?” He grinned, watching your scrunched face as he felt your throbbing arousal. His hips lightly rubbed against your ass, trying to feel some friction too.

You started seeing stars even so your eyes were tightly closed. Logan's handy finger was curling inside you, reaching that good spot you could never reach yourself. Wet juicy sound wafted through the kitchen and for a moment, you forgot where you are or what your name is.

“Good girl” he complimented you as he subtly slipped a second finger in. Stretching your walls while holding your neck tightly, showing who's in control, even though it was clear from the beginning. You were enjoying it so much, you had never felt such pleasure before. You move on your tiptoes as you felt the heat, spreading from your crotch to your whole body.

Logan's curling inside you picked up the pace, his hot breaths turned into chuckling, as he felt your clenching around him. "Come on baby" he supported you giving you a last straw. You left a load moan and cum on Logans fingers, before you relaxed and came back from your high. Your chest was moving rapidly, as you tried to catch your breath. Logan laughed and pulled his fingers out of you which he tasted and grunted. He didn't need to say anything to prove how delicious you are.

He released your neck and leaned his elbow on the counter, watching your red face. "You've never been touched before, have you?" he smirk, but before you could answer you heard a familiar coughing. You turn around and saw Jean, leaning against the doorframe. "What're you two doing here?" her arms were crossed and eyebrows furrowed. You had no idea how long she's been standing there, but you hoped not too long.

"Just talkin'" Logan saved your ass and wanted to leave the kitchen, but Jean grabbed his wrist and looked him deadly in his eyes. "Let me talk to you for a sec" she dragged him into the corridor without leaving him a choice. Jean pathetically thought she tricked you into not hearing their conversation, but she still doesn't realize how strong your telepathic powers are.

*Stay away from her* your sister angrily whispered to Logan, making you feel embarrassed, like you couldn't stand for yourself alone. *If you hurt her, I'll kill you* *Jesus calm down woman! Why should I hurt her?* You were deciding whether to leave or stay, but the second option seems better. You sip from your coffee as you were listening to Jean's confrontation. You couldn't help but think back to Logan's hand placement and even though it was just a few minutes ago, you missed it.

*If I ever see you with her again I-* *Don't worry, you won't, trust me* after that, you heard footsteps walking away. You quickly straightened up and peeked who walked first. When Logan made a quick eye contact with you, you got anxious. What if Jean really intimidated Logan and he meant all his words? But all these negative thoughts fell aside when he winked at you, before leaving your sight. You smiled and giggle under your nose, as you took another sip from your coffee.

"Fuck me sis" Jean breathed out, feeling exhausted like she just ran a marathon, even that it was just a stupid argument with Logan. You raised your eyebrows, your smile not leaving your face. "Somethin' wron-" "Are you serious?" you provoked Jean by pissing her off even more than she already was. "I told you to stay away from him" "Hmm no, you said not to fall for him and that he's a bad guy" you corrected her, keep smiling. She gave you a real nasty look that you've seen just couple of times. Now you knew you are fucked.

"Fine, I'm saying it now. Stay away from him, okay?" you wanted to pull up the fact that you are an adult so that she has nothing to command you, but you didn't want to piss her off even more. She already looked quite tired and it must've been pretty late. That's why you decided to be a good girl and submissively agree to her order. "Great...now go to sleep" satisfied with your answer, she exhaled and gave you another order to fulfill.

"Night sis" you walked past her, devilishly smiling while holding your cup of coffee with both hands. You knew that Jean was losing her temper with you, but you enjoyed it. On the way to your room, you could already feel the fatigue falling on you. But you still thought that if you didn't go get coffee, Logan's fingering would be plenty enough for a sweet sleep.

The next day went smoothly. You started smilling more, stopped being grumpy and helped with cleaning the school. All that happily surprised your sister, but she didn't complain at all. Your work was helpful. You mopped the floors, swept the dust and sorted the textbooks in a library. However, under normal circumstances, you wouldn't do these chores at all. Logan was your only and sufficient motivation.

Since the moment you woke up, you couldn't stop thinking about him. About his husky breath tickling your ear, his hand tightly holding your neck, his soft fingers curling inside you, poking your walls until you came. You couldn't stop thinking about him. Your highest record of the day was one minute, when there was uncleanable dirt on the floor and you had to go on all fours and scrub it with great force.

Your heartbeat raises whenever you met Logan in the hall, who gave you a slight smile and wink, creating a waterfall between your legs. The enthusiasm was so strong that you really volunteered to clean everything you could, even with joy. Logan brainwashed you so much without hypnotizing you in any way, he's really dangerous.

The whole day went by pretty quickly and before you blinked twice, it was dark outside again and the moonlight glittered nicely in the reflection of the flying dust. In addition to the high praise and involuntary hug from Jean, you also received recognition from Charles, which is said to be rare or something. Of course you appreciated that, but you didn't do it just for some praise. Your main intention was to meet Logan whenever and wherever you could. You were quite limited, since that order from Jean yesterday, but you always managed to throw a flirtatious smile at each other.

Just as yesterday, you were laying in your bed, reading your favorite book, which you've already read like five times. Even so, you get goosebombs all over your body, whenever you're done reading it. But today was a little different. You were already quite tired. After all, you were like a maid all day and you deserve a long rest, but your body needed something else. You need to feel Logan, at least see him, somehow interact with him. It felt like he was a part of you, of your body and without him, you wouldn't survive a day.

It was pretty late, when you checked the clock it shows an hour after midnight. All the students, including the teachers, are definitely asleep, except for you. Your sexual scenarios about Logan in your head couldn't leave you and your desire grows every second you think about him. If you could, you would have searched his room already, but the fear of Jean catching you again was bigger and kept nudging you in the back of your mind. What if she caught you durring the act? She would definitely send you back home and you can't risk that.

That's why you sigh with disappointment and decided to turn off the lamp and go to sleep, when suddenly your heard a soft knock on the door. You froze, deciding whether to go open the door or just shout from your bed. The first choice seems calmer and quieter. "Hey" you froze when you saw Logan standing in front of you. For a moment there you though his hidden power is mind reading too.

“H-hey” nervously with incomprehension in your voice you widened your eyes, that were filled with expectation. "I hope I didn't wake you up" he gave you puppy eyes that made your heart melt. Yesterday you didn't even have time to take a good look at his majestic face, which you saw properly when you met him for the first time.

"N-no I couldn't sleep anyway" you cough akwardly, your face still surprised from that shock. "Okay and um sorry to bother it's just…I ran out of toothpaste and I was wondering if I could borrow yours?" he shows you his toothbrush and empty toothpaste, looking at you through his thick eyebrows. You look down at the toothbrush, then back up into his chocolate coffee eyes, where you got lost for a moment.

“Yeah, sure come on in” you stepped aside and opened the door wider, leaving space for Logan to walk in. “Thanks, you're a life saver” you chuckle and close the door behind him. Adrenaline was starting to run through your blood at the thought of being alone with Logan in your room this late at night. If Logan could finger you in the kitchen last night, what can he do in your room now?

"Bathroom is?" "Oh right there" you pointed at the door right next to the massive wardrobe. He nodded and smiled, before disappearing in that room. You sat down on your bed, right in front of the bathroom door, staring at them, your mind filled with millions of scenarios about Logan. Was that a sign that he appeared in your room just now? Or did he do it on purpose? Or was that a fate? Those, maybe pathetic questions, filled your head together with the imaginations and your mind was a total mess by now.

You were so busy with your thoughts that you didn't realize how fast time was flying and suddenly, Logan emerged from the bathroom. You quickly shake your head and smiled at him. “Thank you” he smiled back and walk slowly towards you. Your smile fade away and your face turned into craving one. "But there's something else I need" he licked his lips, his eyes flicked from your bottom to your eyes. You knew what he was implying and you shivered with anticipation. "W-what is it?" you harshly asked, your heart beating really fast, in a moment you though it would even burst out of your chest.

“You know damn well princess” he put a strand of hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek. "Read my mind" he commanded and didn't need to tell you twice to do that. You saw an image of you and Logan, in the exact same place as you are right one, just with one difference. You were sucking his dick. Your eyes widened when you went back to reality, looking deep into Logans eyes, which were black, full of lust.

"Can you do that for me darlin'?" he rubbed your cheek as you were leaning into his touch. The warm from his palm spread all over your face. A flame of fire began to form between your legs, making your core pulsating and clenching around nothing. When you pit yourself together, you nodded and grab the waistband od Logan's pants. He watched your every move, his erection already twitching with impatience.

"That's right..." he whispered, caressing your cheek and hissed, as his pants fell on the floor and the cool air touched his dick. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw him in his full beauty. You've never seen this in real life, moreover, so close and so huge. The thought of him being inside your mouth or inside you excited you, but also scared you at the same time. You licked your lips as your mouth filled with saliva.

"Come on, open your mouth" Logan slides his massive hand into your hair, scratching and massaging your head. You swallowed loudly before opening your mouth and approached his tip. “Grab it” he quickly ordered before your lips even touched him. Your eyes met his, as you wrap your hand around his base, making him breathe out loudly. "That's it, now your mouth" he gently, with a little bit of strength, pushed your head closer to his penis, till his pink tip was fully covered with your wet lips.

He kept pushing you forward, hissing. "Yeah baby...that's it" you were already halfway through, his tip touching your throat already. "Now your hand" you instantly understood his short sentences. You slowly began to stroke him off, but your mouth was stiff. Logan helped you, pushing your head back and forth. Your eyes were glued on his, as you were watching him licking his lips and quietly whimpering. “Mhm good girl”

Your eyes started filling with tears as the pace of your sucking and the strength of your hand quickened. Logan was slowly losing his senses as he tried really hard to reach his climax. His hips thrusting inside your mouth, slowly at first, but gradually speeding up. Your innocent face from tears, while you had his dick in your mouth, was driving him crazy.

"Yes...yes" he clenched his teeth, the wolf look on his face makes your panties soaked. "Ohh yeah" he threw his head back, your hot mouth felt like the best pussy he ever had. He couldn't last long, few more moves of your head makes him curl his toes and dropped his jaw. "Fuck!" that was his final moan, before he emptied his balls inside you, pushing your head so far, that your nose bumped into his lower stomach.

His heavy breathing was the only thing that could be heard in the room. He gave you a soft grin, gently wiping your tears from your blushed face. "You're so beautiful" Logan grunted, making you chuckle as you lick the remains of his cum from your lips. "But I'm not done with you" he got on his knees and gave you a lustful smirk. Before you could manage to recover from previous activity, Logan held your thighs tightly, spreading them far enough to make your pussy peek through the soft fabric of your pajama shorts.

“God..." he huffed as he saw your wetness already leaking on the sheets. "You are the muse of all my wet dreams" he groans as his face was dangerously fast approaching your core. "From the moment I saw you," his hands slides under your shorts. "I wondered how you taste" without a second thought, he tore off your shorts and tossed them aside. You gasped, adrenaline racing through your body.

Logan gave you one last devilish grin, before burying his face into your pussy. You immediately throw your head back and grab his silky hair, as you bit your lips tightly. His tongue was briskly without mercy moving around your labia, sometimes gently slipped in, but he always doubted only on the surface. You tried your best to keep your moans and whimpers in quiet, but it was impossible.

"Logan" you rolled your eyes as his nose poked your sensitive clitoris, pushing you further to the edge. Your hands tugging his kitty hair, whenever he find that good spot. However, this was all just a foreplay, as the real fun began when he finally slid his tongue inside you.

Your jaw fell open and you put your head back in place as you watched Logan's face. His sideburns brushing and tickling your skin, leaving red marks. His eyes met yours, they were so dark that you could see your reflection in them. You loose it all when he smiled at you, his teeth brushing against your core. He held firmly your thighs, as your natural instinct made you move your hips to the rhythm of Logan's tongue.

His groans send pleasurable waves into your lower stomach, sending you even closer to your orgasm. His clever tongue was stretching your walls, tasting your juice and sucking your skin as much as he could. He sense that you were close, not only because of your uncontrollable moaning of his name and not only because his animal instincts sensed it, but mainly because of your clenching around his wet hot tongue.

You tried to ride on his face, to finally reach what you desired all day and what you deserve, but Logan was too malicious to indulge it to you that easily. He removed his tongue from you just a second before you'd finally release. You let out a disappointed breath, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion as you look at Logan.

"Not so easy princess" he climb on top of you, making you fall on the bed submissively. "I wanna feel you" he kissed you hungrily, not wasting any time and pushing his tongue inside your mouth, making you taste yourself. You immediately started cooperating, not only with your mouth but also with your hands, which you wrap around Logan's neck.

His hands were traveling through your whole body, trying to memorize every inch of you just by a touch. Soft moans left your mouth matching with Logan's impatient growls. You were relaxed until you felt something poking in your inner thigh.

Your eyes almost popped out of their sockets, when you came back to your senses. You stopped kissing him and pushed him away a little. "What?" he whispered, his eyes full of lust but his eyebrows were furrowed, confused. You hesitate for a moment, whether to tell him or not, but every time you felt his tip against your private area, you heart skipped a beat and the stress level were rising incredibly fast.

"I am um...virgin" a really quiet, almost silent whisper left your lips and your cheeks started turning red. The embarrassment and shyness raced through your blood, as you waited for Logan's reaction. He chuckled, showing his bright white teeth. "I know" you gave him a confused expression. Your mind started wondering who told him that and started suspecting Jean. "I don't need to read minds to figure that out"

Before you could recover from Logan's words, his lips were on yours again. You were relieved that he took the information in stride and you weren't so nervous anymore. It wasn't long before his hands were under your t-shirt which was gone in the blink of an eye. Likewise, Logan's shirt also ended up somewhere on the floor and your naked bodies were firmly attached to each other.

Your heart was beating, your veins were pulsing and your core was already clenching around nothing, yet. After a long make out session, Logan pulled away from you a little. His eyes looked into yours and he could feel your fear and excitement at the same time.

"I'll take care of you" his palm cupped your cheek, rubbing it with his thumb. You close your eyes and nodded, trying to calm your breath down. He really gave you the sense of security that you needed the most at the moment. Logan gently kissed you, before you felt his wet tip inserting between your labia.

You squeak between the kisses, the pain started increasing as Logan pushed deeper and deeper. "It's alright it's alright" he whispered, his lips still glued to yours as his hips moved forwards. Your face tensed while trying to ignore the pain. It felt like his dick is endless and he kept pushing, leaving no room for anything else inside you. Before long, he was fully inside you. Logan waited, the kissing sound filling the silent room and your walls got expanded.

It only took a few more passionate kisses and eager touches, before you got the urge for some friction and started really slowly moving your hips. Logan smiled devilishly as his lips were still firmly fixed on yours, a low chuckle left his throat. "Oh someone is eager?" he started moving his hips too, matching your motions. At first he moved slowly and carefully, his intention wasn't to hurt you but to please you.

His pace was smooth and gentle, whenever his balls touched your ass, you whimper as much as your vocals let you. Logan tried to keep kissing you, but when his thrusting started to pick up the pace, he couldn't focus on your lips anymore.

You lost all your senses the moment Logan's tip reached your cervix and started poking into it. His eagerness to reach his orgasm took over him so much, that he lost control of his hips. He was thrusting into you as fast and hard as he could, your moans getting louder and caressing Logan's eardrums. Your room was filled with nothing but synchronized sighs, wet clapping sounds and bed creaking.

“Jesus….fuck” it was clear from Logan's choppy moans that he was on the edge. His tip was twitching inside you, every vain was about to burst and drops of sweat from his forehead fell on your naked body. He looked like a wild animal and that only added to the atmosphere. You started feeling the heat in your lower abdomen and the need to pee was increasing. Your nails dug deep into Logan's back, while he was clenching his predatory teeth.

"C'mon darlin'" he caressed your cheek a few times, wiping your tears away. He knew you were close thanks to your clenching core that sends him even faster to his orgasm. One, two and on the third hard thrust, you tensed your whole body before you completely relaxed and cum on his cock. You arched your back and moaned loudly, tears falling from your eyes. Logan was still going, desperately trying to reach his orgasm too. Your face makes it easier to finally inject everything into you and before you recovered, he pulled out and cum on your stomach.

White sticky liquid was covering your stomach, while both of you tried to catch your breath. Logan collapsed next to you, closing his eyes and gaining some energy, before he hugged you and pulled you closer to him. You automatically cooperate and laid your head on his muscular shoulder. You were quiet, your nostrils were massive as you were still trying to catch up the oxygen that you lost during the previous act.

You looked up at him, admiring his red sweaty face, which still looked majestic. It didn't take long, until Logan locked his eyes with yours and smiled, as he rubbed your arm. "What're you thinking about hm?" without realizing, your smile fades into a neutral expression. You sigh sadly and break eye contact. "I'm thinking about Jean's words..." it was quiet briefly. "What words?" you were thinking, whether to tell him the truth or not. "She told me that you just going to use me and then throw me away like a piece of garbage..." you decided to tell him the truth, even if it might affect him.

"Really? Is that what she said?" he chuckled mockingly, making you look at him again. But your disappointed and thoughtful face didn't change. Logan sensed your worry and sighs. "Read my mind" he said with a low rough voice, waiting for you to do so.

You saw yourself and Logan, sitting at a checkered blanket in the middle of the park while Logan fed you with strawberries. You giggle, but it wasn't the only vision that warmed your heart. Suddenly you were at the cinema, holding hands and while you were paying attention to the movie, Logan was mainly watching you. The next vision was in the kitchen, you baking cookies together. You also couldn't notice the small detail, that you were wearing his sweatshirt. These were enough reasons to make you blush and conjure up smile from ear to ear.

"I don't want to use you and I definitely don't want to throw you away like a piece of trash..." he pulled you even closer. "I'm serious bub" Your teeth started showing, as you couldn't stop blushing. "I really like you like a lot and uh…” you cut his speech by kissing him. It was cute but a soothing slow kiss that reassured you both, that you meant it. When you pulled out, Logan tiredly grinned and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

You just watched each other for a while, enjoying each other's presence while you were still naked and your stomach still dirty with Logan's cum. "You tried it on Jean even though she was in relationship?" you asked suspiciously. Logan chuckled and shook his head. "Yes but not anymore" "Uh huh" you jokingly agreed, making Logan furrow his eyebrows. “You don't bealive me?" "I do" you agreed provocatively.

Logan devilishly smirked and attacked you, making you laugh and giggle. After a short tickling and prodding, Logan finally stopped. "Let's get you clean up bub" he said after he noticed his semen still laying on your naked body. He picked you up like a princess and carried you to the bathroom, where you both showered with a few passionate kisses and ended up clean and fragrant under the covers.

You fell asleep in his arms, being the happiest person in the whole world at that moment.

You woke up thanks to the rays of the sun that annoyingly shines directly into your eyes. You inhale before looking up, smiling as you saw Logan's sleepy face. His hair was tousled and he smelled like home. You wanted nothing more.

However, this beautiful early morning moment was interrupted by footsteps approaching your door. You knew right away that it was Jean and before you could wake Logan, she quietly opened the door. "Good mornin'!" she whispered and smiled. You nervously smiled back, unfortunately broking your promise. You controlled her mind so that she wouldn't see Logan sleeping right next to you, naked.

It must've worked because she was still looking at you with a massive smile on her face. "I won't bother you anymore…just get ready for breakfast, then you'll go help me with books!" You grunted in annoyance before Jean finally closed the door, leaving you two finally alone.

You dropped your head and sigh. "You cunning woman" you heard a dark raspy voice next to your ear, before Logan showered you with millions of meringue kisses on your cheek. You playfully giggle, trying to push Logan away, but it was useless.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked after he finally let your face go. You nodded, giving him a questioning look that asked him the same. "Well, since I slept next to the most amazing girl in the world...I slept great" he gave you another passionate kiss, filling your stomach with butterflies.

You don't know how to say it or explain it to Jean yet, but the only thing you know 100% is that Logan fucks really good.