Lupa

“Hey Logan, can I talk to you for a sec?” Jean asks as the other X-Men head out after their mission briefing. Scott lingers behind, leaning up against the door as it closes it to give the three of them some privacy.

“Do I have a choice?” Logan grunts, looking Scott up and down.

“It won’t take long… Just…” Jean sighs. “It’s just, well, we heard about a little incident regarding one of the students.” Logan’s stomach drops. He tries not to visibly panic. Did they find out about you and him? He tries to swallow as subtly as possible.

“What student?” Logan asks bluntly.

“John Allerdyce.” Jean says and winces a little. Logan cocks his head, confused.

“Pyro, idiot. You beat the living shit out of him, remember?” Scott says from across the room.

Logan’s shoulders drop, a wave of sweet relief hitting him. He chokes out a laugh thinking about the bloody mess of a state he left the bastard in. “Yeah? What about the little prick?”

“Logan! This is serious! You’re facing eviction from the school and a permanent ban from this team. What the hell happened? If you give us a reason, we might be able to help you. But right now it’s not looking good…” Jean sighs.

“Was there a reason you were being such an asshole? Or just couldn’t help yourself?” Scott sneers.

Logan raises an unimpressed eyebrow and shifts a little, folding his arms. “Yeah. He attacked Lupa. He cornered her at that club, even left a burn on her face. The little shit is lucky he’s still alive.”

Jean’s eyes widen slightly at the mention of you. She turns to Scott who looks at her and nods. Jean squeezes the bridge of her nose and lets out a long sigh. “Okay… Okay. We believe you. John’s always been trouble. We’ll talk to Lupa later to clarify the story. But… speaking of Lupa…” Jean looks at Logan with worried eyes. Logan feels the familiar pit in his stomach.

“Yeah? What about her?” Logan asks, trying not to sound nervous.

“I don’t know, its just… She’s been following you around, always seems distracted when I help her study. I think she might have a bit of a crush on you, Logan.” Jean says. Scott pretends to dry-heave in the corner.

“I’m not accusing you of anything. I’m just saying… be careful. She’s old enough to make her own decisions, I know that. We just have to help her make the right ones… alright?” Jean says wearily.

Logan shifts uncomfortably and looks at the ground. “She’s not…” He sighs. “She’s just lonely, alright? She needed a friend and for some reason she seems to like hanging around me. She’s a good kid once you get to know her.” Logan says softly.

“The same ‘good kid’ who still has feral outbursts and can’t control her temper? Two peas in a pod…” Scott rolls his eyes.

Logan gives Scott a death stare and struggles to keep his claws in. He takes a breath. “Listen, asshole, she doesn’t trust anyone else, okay? But for some reason she trusts me. I don’t plan on betraying that trust. End of story.”

Jean blinks a little and begins to smile. “You’ve changed logan.”

Logan glances up at her confused, not sure if he should be offended. Jean laughs warmly. “That’s a good thing!” Jean says as she playfully pushes Logan’s shoulder. Scott scoffs by the door and looks away.

“We should get going, Storm is waiting for us.” Scott says after a moment.

“C’mon mister warm and fuzzy.” Jean teases. Logan growls grumpily.
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As you make your way to the cafeteria for breakfast, you spot Logan walking with the other X-Men. A wave of excitement hits you and before you know it, you’re running up to him and face him with bright, sparkling eyes. Logan swallows visibly. Scott and Jean look at Logan as he smiles down at you nervously.

“You’re chipper this morning!” Storm comments. You give her a single, happy nod.

“Hey, Lupa. I’ve actually been wanting to talk to you. Got a sec?” Jean asks. You give her a nod as well.

She proceeds to ask you ask you about your interaction with Pyro. Your eyes darken, and an angry noise forms in your throat at the mention of him. That was all the proof they needed.

Logan folds his arms and gives Jean a smug ‘I told you so’ look. Jean sighs and nods. “We’ll make sure he’s disciplined accordingly… I’m so sorry, Lupa. That never should’ve happened.”

You glance at Logan out of the corner of your eye, he gazed back at you intently, the anger and sadness creeping back to him remembering the events outside of the club. Picturing the fear in your eyes. He looks down.

You shake your head slightly. “I’m okay… Thanks to Logan.” You say timidly. Logan meets your eyes and gives a warm half-smile. “Don’t mention it kid.”

The others had never known Logan to go out of his way to help someone. Usually, it was a slog getting Logan to be an active member of the team. But since Logan started looking after you, he really had matured quite a bit. Jean smiled at this new Logan in front of her. Scott huffs and begins to walk away.

“Right… We better head out. Let’s get going.” Jean says as she follows Scott. Logan stays back for a moment. “I’ll catch up.” He says. You look at Jean and the others then back to Logan with a confused expression.

Logan places a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Hey, we’re heading out for a quick mission. I’ll be gone for a couple days… But I’ll see you when I get back, okay?”

You whimper in response like a bratty child and Logan can see your panic start to set in. His eyes dart up to the others who are staring at him. Scott in particular has an eyebrow raised behind his glasses. Logan lets out a quick sigh. “Hey, listen. Not that I don’t like bein’ around you…” His voice grows quieter. “And that night… I mean, those past new nights have been….” He pauses to run a palm across his blushing face. “I think we just have to be… careful. You understand what I’m getting at? I mean, me and you aren’t really supposed to be…” Logan’s eyes shoot up to meet yours when a little tear drips from your chin. Logan recoils slightly and a little grunt forms in his throat. “Don’t… Ah, fuck. Don’t cry, kid. Dammit...”

Your teary eyes widen as you feel Logan pull you close. He holds you in a tight embrace for a moment. You feel one of his hands move but don’t see that he gives Scott the finger across the hall. “Be back soon, kid.” He whispers.
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You spent the next few nights pacing around the halls waiting for Logan to return. You hadn’t slept, barely ate. That night at Logan’s was the final nail in the coffin. You had imprinted on him completely, which made being away from him quite painful, both emotionally and physically.

A few days pass and you nearly jump when you look out the window and see Logan and the others approach the school. You hurry down the stairs and hide behind a corner down the hall as they enter. You bite on your finger eagerly seeing Logan walk up the steps, little flashes of his skin peeking through his torn up uniform. You growl quietly to yourself and fight the urge to run up to him.

You wait for them to leave your sight before sneaking back to your room. You sit cross-legged on your bed, hugging a pillow tight to your chest, your fangs poking through your silly smile. You jolt when you hear a knock at the door. You slowly creep off the bed and crack the door. Your heart drops right between your legs when you see Logan on the other side.

“Miss me?” He asks, smirking at you warmly. You hold back a guttural squeal and nod several times. You open the door and let him step inside. Your eyes dart all over his body as he passes you. You close the door.

Before you can turn around you feel his hands wrap around you. “Yeah, me too kid.” You feel his warm breath in your ear from behind. Your knees grow weak, and you grip his muscular arms. You turn and press your face against his chest, taking in the delicious scent you’ve struggled to live without. A hand reaches down and cups your chin, raising it. Logan gives you an extra slow, deep kiss as his other hand wraps around your waist. You let a tiny whimper flow into his mouth. He licks it up.

He pulls away and you blink at him, half in a daze.

“Hey… You look a little pale. Well, paler than usual. You alright?” He asks. It’s no surprise you looked a little sickly. You had hardly eaten or slept since he left nearly a week ago. And you hadn’t seen the sun at all. You could use some fresh air. You shrug.

Logan looks at you for a moment. “Walk with me.”
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Logan had gotten to know you well enough to know your happy place was the woods. He smiled as he saw your eyes dart around, hyper focusing on all the woodland creatures scurrying about, your senses lighting up at all the new smells and sounds.

Logan squints and looks at the sky, holding out his palm. You feel a few drops of rain hit you, then a few more, then a loud rumble of thunder filled the sky. It began to pour.

“Ah shit! C’mon.” He says as he grabs your wrist. The rain was falling fast and causing the ground around you to become quite loose and slippery. As you make your way up a small hill, you accidentally slip, landing on your wrist to break your fall. You let out a painful cry.

Logan whips around. “Oh God, are you okay?” He asks in a panic. You sit up on your knees and lick your wrist, sniffling a little. “Here, let me see.” He says, gently taking your wrist. You wince a little as he examines you. “Good, doesn’t seem to be broken. Can you stand?”

You shakily stand and continue to lick at your injury as you feel something wrap around your shoulders. “Here…” Logan says as he places his leather jacket around you. Somehow you instantly feel better, warmer, safer. You squeeze it around you tightly as you make your way back.

When you get to the front of the school Logan stops you and looks you up and down. You tilt your head and look down at yourself. You were covered in mud. Logan chuckles a little to himself and nods at you to go inside. You make your way to your room. “Alright, go get yourself cleaned up, I’ll see you later-” He stops walking when you grab his shirt. You look down at your injured wrist then back at him.

“Ah… Right. Uhh… I can get Jean to help you-”

You shake your head furiously and blush, looking at him with eager eyes.

Logan blushes a little in return. “Oh… You… Want me to help?” He asks. You nod. He does a quick survey of his surroundings then steps into your room, locking the door behind him.
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Logan stands outside of the bathroom door as the shower starts to run. He’s seen your naked body on more than one occasion, but this time it was a bit more intimate somehow. He waited patiently for you to give him permission to come in. Luckily each student had their own private bathroom. Not that it made this right. Or less embarrassing. He sighed.

He moves from the wall when he sees the bathroom door crack open. You look at the floor nervously as you stand in your underwear before him. You must have been a little embarrassed too. He lets out a quiet scoff and smiles. “Let’s get you cleaned up. C’mon.”

You hold your wrist close to your pounding heart when Logan starts to strip down, keeping on only his tight boxers. You let a shiver pass through you and open the shower door to start the water. You catch Logan looking at you. You weren’t wearing a bra as your long hair did a decent job covering you. Still, he caught a glance at your bare chest for a moment and then nearly fell over when you leaned forward to check the water, the outline of your backside on full display, just out of reach. Finally, you step in when the water turns warm. He runs a hand down his face, and you thought you heard him groan quietly.

You face away from him but can see his reflection in the glass. You nearly begin to purr when he messages the shampoo into your hair. Something about the masculine, virile man delicately running his fingers through your hair just hit you in a way you couldn’t quite describe. After finishing with your hair, he grabs the soap and begins gliding his hands all over your body, his rough palms helping to remove the dirt easily. Logan stops for a moment and looks down at the soap running down your back. Your light underwear had quickly become drenched, the now transparent fabric no longer concealing your naked body.

Logan feels his whole body twitch and tighten. When you feel his hands stop moving you slowly turn around, glistening bubbles and water running down your chest and stomach, making you look all the more enticing. He found himself wanting to make your pristine body dirty again, cleaning up the mess with his tongue, ensuring that he tastes every inch of you.

You tilt your head innocently. You were too naïve to understand the perfectly pornographic setting you just put yourself in. But Logan sure wasn’t. Your eyes widen when you see his large bulge and you take half a step back, stopped by the glass behind you.

“I’m sorry… Fuck, I hate to-” He whispers, eyes darkening as he follows where the stream of soap is flowing down your body. You look at his wet, bulging muscles through the steam. You could feel your heart speed up as you waited desperately for the touch that you’d been deprived of the past few days.

When Logan’s hands finally touch your skin you let out a horny moan which echoed louder than you expected. You quickly bite your lip and try not to let out another peep as he gently wraps a hand around your waist, pulling you in and kissing you as his other hand explores your backside, running a few fingers between your legs, parting your underwear and slipping inside you.

You let out a tiny yelp into his mouth, which he quickly silences with his tongue. You moan against him, your eyes widening and fluttering shut as he slips in a few more fingers. You both listen to the squelching below and your panicked, erotic breaths as his fingers hit just the right spot inside you.

He pulls away, looking down and panting heavily, further fogging up the glass cage around you. He slowly lifts his eyes to meet you. “Turn around.”

You shakily turn your back to him and feel him lean against you as he plants his strong hand on the glass in front of you. Your backside presses against his bulge. You feel it twitch and begin to grow harder. He lets out a growl as he takes your non injured arm and places it tightly behind your back. Your injured wrist rests on the glass in front of you. “I can’t hold back right now.” Logan struggles to choke out, pulling your arm back further and slipping his fingers back in, hitting your G spot with just the right speed and pressure. Your body erupts in goosebumps which quickly dissipate in the hot, sticky air. You huff out a few desperate moans as tears and drool leak from you, mixing with the warm water running down your body. You could feel yourself about to cum.

“Ah… Logan! Lo-” You aren’t able to finish his name as his fingers pull out of you and snake their way into your mouth. You gag a little at the unexpected intrusion. You taste your own sweetness, and it sends a shiver down your body. You nibble gently on his fingers. His other hand scoots your hips back further so you’re parallel to the shower floor. They squeeze you for a moment before reaching forward to cup your soaped up tits.

He leans forward and licks up your back. A chill follows the trail of his tongue on your spine. He plants a few kisses between your shoulders, and you moan into his hand, which he pulls from your mouth to wrap around your wet hair. He tugs at you, forcing you to arch your body slightly. He grips harder at your chest, squeezing a tender nipple between his dripping fingers. You brace your hands against the glass to steady yourself.

“God… Your body…” He nearly purrs. He drags his hand down your arched spine, his fingers leaving a little pink trail until they reach an unfamiliar spot.

Your eyes shoot open when you feel a strange sensation at your backend. You try to turn your head, but he tightens his grip on your hair, forcing you to look straight ahead. “Just… Relax… Relax for me…” He says in a low sigh.

You growl and groan and your thighs begin to shake as he slowly slips in a finger. You call his name in a breathy, panicked cry and feel yourself tighten around him. He freezes for a moment but doesn’t pull out. You feel a pulsing below in the new area. Your face grows even redder when you realize you enjoy it. You panic further when you feel him begin to pull out.

“Wait!” You yell out just as his finger almost leaves you. You whimper for a moment and your knees press together. His grip on your hair loosened slightly, allowing you to turn your head a little. You look at him with desperation in your eyes. You can’t find it in you to beg for him to continue, but the pathetic look on your face says it all. Logan’s eyes widen for a moment, but his expression softens, and a smirk crosses his lips. He returns his grip in your hair, causing you to arch more. You feel him return his finger. You choke out a moan.

The hot water floods to the new area, creating lewd sounds as Logan uses you as his little bath toy. To your shock you feel yourself about to cum. Logan can tell by how you tighten around him and from the depraved noises leaving your lips. “Not... Yet…” He grunts.

“Please… I wanna… Ah… Logan, let me- Ah!” You struggle to speak as you feel another pressure slightly lower. He slips himself into you, his fingers still working magic in your backside. You let out a guttural moan, your tongue unable to stay inside your mouth, claws leaving deep scratches in the glass.

Logan continues to finger your backend while he fucks you in the more familiar, yet still very sensitive area between your thighs.

His hand leaves its grip on your hair and goes to cover your mouth as he presses right up against you from behind, slipping in completely with both his cock and his fingers. He stays pressed up against you, moving more in a circular motion rather than fully in and out. His fingers slowly move inside you, and he caresses your butt with his thumb, his palm facing up in order to hit you at the best angle.

You feel completely full below and your eyes roll back as you whimper and moan into his hand. His fingers pop in to explore your mouth.

“Ahh... Let me… Cum… Please… Ah! Mmmm… Logan…” You can feel hot tears mix with the water droplets rolling down your face.

“I know… Not yet… I’m almost done…” He groans deeply into your ear. His tempo increases and eventually he has you bent over again, both hands gripping your hips. He finishes having his way with you until he’s fully satisfied.

After a final thrust, his hips lock against yours and he doubles over slightly, one hand moving around to grip the base of your neck. He holds you up slightly and creates a bit of pressure around your throat, making your moans and whimpers come out a bit raspier than before. Finally, with an angry grunt you feel him release inside you fully.

“Ahhh…” He lets out a deep sigh. His hand twitches around your throat.

After a moment he straightens up, still inside you, and wipes his hair slick back with the water raining down on him. He rolls his neck in ecstasy. He lets out an exasperated chuckle and gives your butt a light tap and a gentle squeeze, separating it slightly to help himself slip out.

A river of cum spills out of you and runs down your leg. Your knees are quivering visibly. He snakes his arms around you to help you stand. He moves your wet hair from your shoulder and kisses the side of your head. You see him staring at you in the glass, “We’ll have to get you cleaned up again… Sorry.” He says in a teasing growl as his lips press against you gently. You shudder.