Armani heaves herself awake, her head throbbing. She groans and rubs her hands over her eyes, trying to soothe the pain coming from her head. She opens her eyes and finds herself in a neat well air-conditioned room. She looks down to notice that she was in a very comfortable bed, her lower body draped with a white bed spread. Armani looks around tensely as she takes in her unfamiliar surroundings before getting startled when a knock came at the door. The door opens ever so slightly to where she can see a woman with long, bright, red hair.
"Don't worry, I'm not here to hurt you." She said in a reassuring voice. Armani rests her back against the headboard and continues to watch the woman as the lady walks over and sits on the edge of the bed.
"My names is Jean Gray, and I know this may seem like a weird feeling, being here, but trust me, your safer here than when you were out there." She smiles, her smile having a sense of warmth that made Armani less tense in the moment. Armani looks at Jean, remembering where she was before.
"When did I get here?" She asks. Jean turns her head to look at the clock that is behind her on the wall.
"You have been here in this bed for two days and seven hours. Honestly, we were a bit worried." Armani eyes go up in surprise at the answer she was given. Jean looks back at Armani and reaches to cup her hand before getting up and walking over to the door. "If you are feeling better, I would like to show you around. Get you used to your surroundings." Armani thinks it over for a minute before slowly getting up, pulling the blanket off of her. She looks down to notice she was still wearing her black shirt and jean shorts. She begins to walk over to Jean, who was still waiting for her at the door. Jean opens the door and begins to walk her around the Institute. An hour later then end up at the kitchen where the teachers go to. There Jean introduces Armani to the other people in the kitchen named Gambit, Rogue, Scott, and Storm. Before Armani could properly introduce herself, a big muscular man burst through the door of the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing a beer. Jean sighs and looks over to the man. The man looks over at Jean before noticing Armani and looking at her up and down, eyes intense, making Armani cheeks grow hot.
"This is Logan. He is one of the teachers here who teaches history as well as another X-Men." Logan raises his eyebrows in acknowledgement at Armani while she gives a little wave, their eyes never leaving each other. He cracks open the beer and takes a sip before walking off to who knows where. Armani lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding.
"Don't mind him honey." Rogue says. "He's just the silent type." Scott chuckles to himself before quickly pretending to cough when Jean looked back at him, giving him a rough stare. Armani looked back at the door, her mind still thinking about him. Logan felt her stare while leaving the kitchen. He quickly went upstairs and entered his room. He took a swig of his beer before sitting down on his bed. His mind kept thinking about her, her eyes, her coily black hair, her smooth chocolate skin, her big chest, her slim waist and her thick thighs. Logan audibly groaned at his thoughts; he shook his head noticing how tight his pants were.
"Damn it." He cursed under his breath. He took his hand and gently cupped his clothed dick, groaning lowly at the feeling.
After a month passed, Armani fully adjusted herself living at the Institute. She trains with the other X-Men, she practices her power of invisibility and force fields and helps out with the other kids at the school. But she and Logan only exchange little conversation and glances here and there, eyes lingering for too long at each other. Armani was walking down the corridor to get to her room. She was a bit tired after such a long day and she would just love to lay down. Before she can open her door and make her wish a reality, she began to hear faint wet noises coming from across the room where her room was located. She stood there, trying to make out the sound of whatever was happening in the room. She walked over to the room and knocked on the door. The noises stopped and the silence was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Armani knocked again, she waited patiently before hearing shuffling and steps towards the door. The door opened and she nearly fainted at the sight. Logan was shirtless his muscles and chest hair all bared out for everyone to see. His zipper halfway down. Armani could barely remember what she was about to say, her mouth going dry.
"What do you want bub?" Logan asks, half annoyed half intrigued, his voice deep and gravely. Armani looks into his eyes and finally finds words to say. "I..I came over to see what the noises were." His cheeks blushed a little, his eyes looking away. He looks back at Armani, crossing his arms. "It's nothing." he says. Armani looks at him with her eyebrow raised, seeing as though his fly is halfway down. He quickly notices and roughly grabs her chin. "You should mind your mind your business, don't know what kind of trouble you can get yourself into." he said huskily, his body moving close to her, their faces a few centimeters away, their breaths mingling together. Armani shivers, feeling wetness between her legs. Logan sniffed and looked down at her legs, he let out a low growl from his chest from the smell of her.
"I can smell how wet you are." He whispered into her ear. Armani let out a whimper, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. They look at each other before smashing their lips together. Logans hands reach down to grab onto Armani's ass, causing her to gasp. Logan chuckled, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Armani moans into the kiss, swirling her tongue around his. Logan growls lowly in his chest and picks her up. He walks them both over and lays her down on the bed. He goes to kiss her neck, leaving hickies as he went. He gets up, taking his hands and roughly shoving her legs open, he moves lower, before
resting his mouth over her clothed pussy. Armani jolts from a mixture of pleasure and surprise. He chuckles and looks up, licking from bottom to top. Armani whimpers, bucking her hips up impatiently. "Logan please" she pleaded. Logan, after hearing her cry, got up and ripped her shorts and panties using his strength. Armani gasps, but before she can say anything, Logan dove back into her pussy, devouring her. Armani let out a loud moan as Logan began licking her clit eagerly. Armani reaches down to grab onto his hair, he lets out a growl, the vibrations adding pleasure. Armani bucks her hips up into his mouth, causing Logan to look up her his brows furrowed and spanks her thigh.
"Stay still slut." He says. Armani quickly stops moving, feeling his intense lustful gaze. He sat up and began to fully unzip his pants, pulling them down and revealing his long thick cock. Armani looks at his cock, eyes wide at the impressive size. Logan notices her staring and chuckles. He began rubbing his cock slowly, looking down at her. "Take your bra and shirt off." He commands. Armani quickly takes off her shirt and bra leaving her completely naked. Logan runs his hands up her body and she couldn't help but shudder. He squeezes her breasts hard causing her to moan loudly at the feeling of pain and pleasure. Armani bucks up her hips. She hears him growl above her before he slaps her thigh harder again. "What did I just say slut?" He slaps both thighs harder this time, making her moan louder with each hit. "I'm sorry Logan, I'll be good I promise!" She begs. She feels his cock rub against her pussy, wishing that it was inside her. He chuckles. He grabbed his cock, pushing against her hole before slamming his cock deep inside her. Armani's moan gets caught in her throat. He plants both of his hands on the headboard and slams his hips into her pussy. They both groan in unison, losing themselves to waves and waves of pleasure, dragging over her sweet spot with every thrust.
"Logan please let me cum!" Armani begs. He grins above her and continues to slam his hips. "Cum." He says. She closes her eyes and moans loudly, as she begins to shake from her orgasm. He looks own at Armani, his hips stuttering as his orgasm was coming as well. He continues to slam his hips until pulling out and coming on her stomach. They both pant, coming down from their highs. Logan lays down next to Armani panting more slowly. Armani looks at Logan, rolls over and lays on his chest. Logan looks at her in surprise, he soon relaxes, allowing himself to have this moment.