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LOGAN HOWLETT - ANNUAL GALA

A/N: A new smutty one-shot. I tried. I don't think it's good. But let me know what you think.

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Avenger female reader

Warning: smut

My stories are written for mature audiences - 18+!

Words: 4200+

Important note: Hugh Jackman!Wolverine (which means he's tall as fuck!)

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LOGAN HOWLETT - ANNUAL GALA

Tony Stark had invited Charles Xavier and his X-men to an annual gala he held in New York. There were many reasons for that. The Avengers and X-men worked together during difficult missions and unexpected alien threats. Also, he wanted to prove to regular citizens and high-profile politicians that mutants were not the enemy. This was the perfect opportunity for both groups to strengthen their bonds and work relationships. 

That’s how Logan had found himself, in a fancy all-black tux, standing at the bar with a drink in his hand. His glare could kill anyone who rubbed him the wrong way. He wasn’t fond of these gatherings, and yet here he was. His eyes were searching for any threat, ready to fight anyone who would seem too suspicious to him.

“You didn’t have to come here, you know,” Hank chuckled when he approached Logan at the bar. “Nobody forced you to come here.”

Logan rolled his eyes and sipped on his whisky. “I know how important these things are,” he growled. “Charles wanted me to be here, so I’m here.” 

“Uh-huh,” Hank rolled his eyes. He ordered a drink. When the bartender had given him the drink with shaking hands, he had to chuckle. Some people were spooked by his blue fur and beasty look. “Isn’t it because you are waiting for a certain someone?” 

Logan sighed, defeated. Hank knew damn well that his friend had built some connection with a certain female Avenger. There was no denying he was waiting for her. “You really wanna go there, furball?” He tried to avoid the question. 

“Oh, come on, Logan. Everyone can see how you are smitten with that woman,” he chuckled. “It’s kinda nice.”

“I am not smitten,” he denied. Fuck, but even Charles constantly made comments and teased him about it. “By the way, shut your mouth, McCoy. I don’t want to hear shit from you. You’ve been eyeing that reporter from News 1.” 

That made Hank roar with laughter. He sipped his drink and turned to the crowd, watching people mingle around, talk and drink. “I’m not denying that. She’s pretty, we like to talk about science. You, on the other hand, keep denying everything. But we are not blind.”

Logan wanted to throw the drink at Hank. He would, if they’d be back in the mansion. He opened his mouth to snap back at him. But the energy shifted to the grand stairs. Logan’s eyes travelled there, wanting to know what the fuss was about.

Yelena Belova and Y/N Y/L/N walked down the stairs with linked arms. Both looked beautiful in their evening gowns and perfect hair. Yelena had a green satin dress. Y/N chose a sparkling black dress that hugged her figure perfectly, with a slit on her left thigh. 

Oh, if he could, Logan would drool like a dog. It was one thing when she wore that damn tight suit during missions, but this made him hard instantly. Fuck. Maybe this was the day he would have a heart attack. And she’d be the cause of it.

His blood started to boil when many men gave her attention. Once the women left the stairs, they were surrounded by testosterone. Yelena was a pretty lady, too. He had to admit that. Y/N was something different. She felt like a dream, a secret naughty fantasy that he wanted to come to life. 

“Close your mouth or you’ll swallow a fly,” Hank said. 

Logan drank the rest of the whisky in one go, eyes never leaving Y/N’s figure on the main floor. Hell, even her teammates danced around her. Where did this jealousy come from? 

He thought about the day they met. It was an accidental mission, where the Avengers were also present. While Charles and Captain Amerika talked after the finished mission, Logan’s eyes were focused on the woman who caught his attention. 

Their first interaction was amusing. Y/N tried to save his ass when a group of soldiers surrounded him. Logan was on the ground, guns pointed at every piece of his body when she came out of nowhere, shooting down the soldiers, snapping their necks with bare hands. Her kicks were strong, her punches were deadly. 

Once the threat was eliminated, she turned and looked down at Logan. “Are you done napping?” she asked him with a grin. 

He huffed. “I had it under control,” he huffed. He got up on his legs, the adamantium claws had already retracted back to his skin. Y/N watched it happen like a hawk but didn’t comment on it. 

“Of course. You almost got killed by ten men. Yeah, you had it under control.” 

“I can’t die, princess,” he squinted at her. “It wouldn’t be the first time a firing squad would try to kill me. In the end, it would always just tickle.”

Y/N tilted her head. A smile played on her lips. “Well, if you are done bragging, let’s move. There is still more to come and I would like to be in bed with a book in my hand by ten.” 

That was just their first interaction. And with that, something bloomed between them. Friendship? Or was it something more? Every mission became exciting. He couldn’t keep the dumb smile on his face once he saw her in the field.

Logan ordered another whisky. A grin spread on his lips when he thought back to their first meeting. He learnt her name later. First, it was just her last name. Rogers barked orders when he said it. Her first name came at a different time when they all shared the same coms for better communication. 

“She’s coming here,” Hank warned him, which brought Logan back to reality. 

With every step, he could notice more details about her. The material of the dress, how deep her cleavage was, how her breasts popped out, the red lips, the earrings, the fact that she was like a fucking angel. All she needed was wings. And, she was coming to him alone. Fucking finally. 

“Wolverine,” she purred his name. “I can’t believe you are here. Who put a gun to your head and forced you to attend this magical evening?” There was a teasing smile on her lips. 

Don’t look at her tits, he thought. Don’t look at the tits that want to spill out of that dress. Fuck!

“I heard there was an open bar,” he said. “So I decided to come and drink Stark’s liquor.” 

She licked her lips, suppressing her chuckle. “No other reason?” I raised a brow. “See your friends, swoon ladies or play pool with the boys?”

See me?

He kicked in the rest of the drink and put the glass on the bar. His eyes noticed the crowd gathering in the middle of the hall. A slow music started to play, inviting everyone to dance. Logan’s hand reached forward. It was now or never. “Or I came here to dance with ya, princess.” 

One second and her hand slipped into his. “Oh, so you dance, you say? Lead the way.” 

Logan proudly walked her into the crowd of dancing people. One hand rested on her lower back, other held her right hand. He knew what he was doing. After all, this was the first dance of his life. Y/N was impressed by that. They started to dance to the string music. 

He sniffed her sweet perfume, the shampoo she used. That woman would be the death of him, Logan was sure of it. They kept dancing, not talking. His eyes were on her, locked in a gaze. He had been close to her before but not like this. She was like a magnet, pulling him closer to her. Her lips inviting, her touch soft. 

The more he looked at her, the more he wanted to spill out what was going through his mind. “You look beautiful tonight,” he admitted. “Fuck, you look beautiful every time I see ya.”

She chuckled. “Even in my suit during a fight?” she raised a brow. 

“Hell yes,” he nodded eagerly. “Princess, when you walk to the field in that suit, fighting fearlessly, I have trouble focusing. Once you did a trick with your thighs, choking an enemy with them, I almost lost it there.” 

Y/N’s hand left his. She brushed it up his arm and rested it on his shoulder. “Oh, so that’s the effect I have on you, eh?” she teased the Canadian. “Care to say more?”

Logan’s hand joined the other on her lower back. He pressed her closer to his body. The height difference was evident between them. Even with her high heels, she was shorter than him. “Fishing for compliments?” 

“From you? Yes,” she smiled. 

He moved closer to her, leaning. In his mind, he was ready to press his lips against her. He needed to kiss her like he needed to breathe. This was his chance to taste her.

A third hand landed on Y/N’s shoulder. “Y/N, Logan,” they heard someone say their names. The moment was ruined. He wasn’t able to kiss her like he wanted. On the other hand, he wanted to slash anyone who interrupted them.

With a growl, he pushed away, eyes finding Captain Rogers, accompanied by Hank. “What?” he asked them grumpily. He didn’t care it was rude. They ruined something special. 

“We need you in the conference room,” said Steve. “We have a situation.” 

Y/N sighed, stepping away from Logan’s hold. “What’s going on?” she switched to a work mode. She gave Hank a polite smile to acknowledge his presence. 

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. alerted us about Trash industries,” said Steve. “Come, we’ll show you.” 

“Charles?” Logan’s eyes shifted to Hank. 

“Already with Stark,” he said. 

All four of them walked together from the grand hall. Yelena and Sam joined them on the stairs. The blonde woman was yapping about being taken away from a cute woman and a fine drink. 

“I just fucking got here. Already some shit is happening,” she kept cursing under her nose.

Logan kept close to Y/N. He missed her body being so close to his. He hoped they'd be able to continue. The conversation was intriguing. He remained by her side while walking through the hallway and to the upper levels of the compound. 

Her fingers brushed against his hand. It wasn’t an accident. No. Her fingers purposefully stroked the top of his hand. Instantly, his fingers moved. His pinkie hooked around hers for a second. It was a mutual sign. 

The group entered the conference room, meeting the rest of the Avengers and Charles. One by one they took a seat except Logan. He stayed on his feet, a step away from Y/N’s seat. A hologram appeared in the middle of the table. 

“We got a new location on Trask Industries, but this time, these fuckers had decided to work with some Hydra scums,” Tony started to talk, showing footage they managed to get from satellites. “Or so it appears. we are not quite sure.” 

“The public wouldn’t like that,” Charles commented. “They try to present themselves as a serious robotic corporation. Why would they jeopardise their public status if they start working with a public enemy?”

“That is trying to hunt down mutants and annihilate them,” Y/N commented. “Don’t want to imagine what’s going on behind closed doors. It can’t be nice.”

“Is it really Hydra?” Natasha asked. 

“It appears,” Steve chimed in. “Or something adjacent.” 

“So what? We’re just gonna sit here and wait for more details?” Logan scoffed. “The longer we wait, the more work they get done. I say to strike and kill them all.” 

Y/N licked her lower lip and grinned under her nose.

“We need a strategy, Logan,” said Charles.

“Not everyone can get sliced and heal with a snap of fingers,” Tony added sarcastically. “Chill, wolvie. Besides, we’ve sent Vision to have a look at the place. He’s a droid, a powerful one made out of vibranium.” 

Y/N turned her head to Tony. “That doesn’t mean he’s indestructible in this world,” she frowned. “New weapons are being developed every day to destroy mutants, to stop the Avengers. I hope Wanda went with him. They are stronger together.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “Of course, she’s with him. Do you think I’d be able to stop her? I’m not crazy.” 

“Trask Industries are still working on the damn sentinel program,” Hank stepped into the conversation. “With Hydra’s help, who knows what they’ll be able to create together. The thought alone is scary.” 

Tony ended the hologram. Steve took the word. “I know we are supposed to be here at the gala, but I suggest a good night's sleep and be ready. If you’d like, we have spare rooms in here for you. You can stay here for the night if we need to leave.” 

When Steve said that, Y/N gently turned her head to the side, wondering what Logan would say to that. 

“I’ll gladly accept the offer,” Hank smiled. “At least I’d get to talk to Bruce for a little while and have a look at his labs. I’ll also alert the others at school.” 

“Howlett?” Tony raised a brow. 

Logan’s eyes moved from Y/N’s exposed shoulders to Hank and then to Tony. “Sure, why not? At least I don’t have to drive from place to place.” 

“I guess we are staying,” Charles smiled. “Thank you for your accommodation.” 

The meeting ended. Natasha and Yelena went back to the gala. Y/N talked to Hank for a few more minutes while he was waiting for Bruce. Steve and Tony took Charles back to the grand hall. Logan waited outside the conference room. Because no one was present, he took a cigar out of his jacket and lit it up. Three puffs later Y/N stepped out of the conference room with Hank. 

“Already smoking?” Hank sighed. 

“So what? Got a problem with that, bub?” 

“Always the charmer,” Hank shook his head. “Nice evening, Y/N. I’ll see you later,” he said once he saw Banner approaching the group. 

The moment Logan and Y/N were alone, they faced one another. “Are you heading back to the gala?” Logan asked. 

She hummed, thinking about it. “I’m not feeling like going back there. Honestly, those fancy parties are not my cup of tea. Wanna grab a drink in our lounge room? Stark has the fanciest shit there. You’re gonna love it.” 

Logan smiled at her. “Lead the way, princess.”

. . .

The lights were dimmed in the lounge room. Logan was nursing an expensive drink Y/N poured him. He made faces, eyed the liquid, humming and nodding. “This is some good shit,” said after a while. “Wealthy people can afford stuff like this. Also, Charles prohibited any alcohol at school.” 

Y/N chuckled, sitting in an armchair with her drink. “It makes sense. It’s a school. Of course, he doesn’t want any alcohol there. Does he let you smoke?” 

He huffed. “That he ain’t gonna do shit about it. No matter how much he threatens to turn me into a six-year-old girl.” 

“Aw, that’s adorable. I’d like to see that,” she put a wide smile on her face as she sipped her drink. “Maybe I’d brush your hair, put pink ribbons in it.”

Logan kicked the drink in and stood up from the couch. His eyes noticed a few photos around the place - from parties and group shots to professional photos of the team. They were like a family. What mostly caught his attention was Y/N. She was an Avenger, part of a superhero team. He huffed. Fuck, she was a damn Avenger. 

“What?” she questioned. A second later, she was by his side, eyes on the same photo of the team. “That was after Ultron almost annihilated the whole world. We celebrated our survival. Stark puked into his helmet,” she laughed. 

“Disgusting,” he frowned. “I must say, you look like one happy family,” he commented. 

Y/N hummed. “Maybe,” she shrugged. “I love them all to death.”

“But?” he raised a brow. 

She shrugged. “Will I sound ungrateful if I say I hate being in the spotlight?” she made a face. “I can’t do photoshoots, the damn galas and shit forever. I hate attention. I’d rather be like you.”

“Me?”

She nodded. “Teaching mutant kids, living life out of the spotlight. Even though it’s not easy, in my eyes, it’s simpler. Not have to deal with this shitshow.” 

Logan’s fingers found her hair. He brushed them away from her face. His mouth opened, ready to say something - anything - but instead, he grabbed her by the neck, pulled her closer to his body and crashed his lips against her. It was like an invincible string, pulling them together. He couldn’t help it.

It wasn’t slow, gentle. Quite the opposite. Logan’s tongue explored her mouth, tasting every corner he could reach. It was hungry, possessive. One hand held her tightly around her waist while the other slipped from her neck, down her back until it reached her ass, taking as much of her cheek into his palm. 

Both arms wrapped around his neck. A moan escaped her lips when the kisses moved to her jaw and down to her exposed neck. 

“I need to have you,” Logan growled between the kisses. “Fuck, pretty baby.” 

“My room,” she sighed. “We can’t give Stark or Rogers a heart attack if we do it here. Although, it would be funny.” 

Logan pushed away, staring into her eyes. He went back for her lips, only to bite her lower lip, pulling at it. “Lead the way, princess,” he growled. “And hurry, or I will take you here, where anyone can see us.”

Y/N grabbed him by the hand, taking him away from the lounge room. Logan moved her to his side and kept a hand on her smaller back. He needed to feel her, to be sure she was real and not a damn dream.

It took them a good three minutes to get to her room on the upper levels. The moment she closed the door, her hands were on Logan’s jacket, taking it off, letting it fall on the floor. Both of them stepped on it, not caring. His lips smashed against hers, all tongue and teeth. Grunts and moans echoed around them as they moved closer to the bed. 

“I wanna rip this dress off,” he said, hands grabbing both of her covered breasts into his palms, squeezing them. 

Y/N undid his tie. “No,” she chuckled, unbuttoning his white shirt. “Too fucking expensive. Here,” her fingers quickly found the zipper on her left side. She pulled it down and the dress loosened. That was Logan’s sign to pull down on it. 

“Fuck, princess,” his eyes rolled when she stood there in nothing but a black lacy thong. Her breasts were on full display, nipples stiff, just for his eyes. “Fucking perfect.” 

Before he could latch onto her hardened nipples, she forced the white button-up down off his body, hand grabbing onto his muscles, fingers brushing over some of the hair on his chest. She stood on her tiptoes to find his lips in another hungry kiss. 

His tongue dove into her mouth, caressing hers in the process. He felt her hands moving down to his belt, unfastening it. “Impatient?” his voice hoarse.

She pushed him onto her bed. He fell with a loud thud. The adamantium bones almost broke it in the process. “Shit, sorry,” she gasped, forgetting about his weight. But instantly, she climbed on top of him. Y/N pressed her breasts onto his chest as she needed to kiss him again and again. 

Logan switched it up, rolling them so she was under his body. “Now, let me ravish you before I give you my cock,” he said, lips already trailing kissed down her chest, over her breasts. His mouth took a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it, biting it. Her other nipple was teased by his thumb and index finger. 

“Fuck, Logan,” she whimpered. 

His mouth then travelled south. His tongue left a wet trail down her stomach to the hem of her thong. He kneeled on the edge of the bed, taking her leg up in the air, kissing it from the thigh up to her ankle. “I should leave these heels on, darlin’. So fucking sexy. Fuck, and I will.” 

Y/N huffed. “Logan, please, I want your mouth on me.” 

“Ah, already begging. I love it,” he grinned. He put her leg on his shoulder. His fingers brushed down down her leg to her clothed pussy. With two fingers he brushed her over her hidden folds and clit. She practically purred. “Pretty sound.” 

“Come on, Logan, do something.” Y/N was becoming frustrated. He kept teasing her, rubbing circles over her clit. “Don’t be a fucking tease. Not now.” 

A dark laughter escaped his throat. “Patience, darlin’.” He moved the thong to the side, exposing her pussy to the cold air. He saw her clench around nothing. “What a pretty pussy, princess. So wet and ready for me.” And he buried two fingers inside her heat. 

Y/N moaned once his two thick fingers penetrated her. “Shit. Ah.” 

He pulled them out and put them straight into his mouth, tasting her. “Delicious,” hummed. “I’m gonna feast on you. Not now. Now, I need to feel you around my cock, princess.” 

Logan grabbed her thong and pulled it off her legs, leaving her completely exposed to his eyes. He made sure to leave those heels on. “Fucking gorgeous.” He stood up to get rid of his pants. 

The moment he unzipped them, she knew he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. “Shit, Logan, commando?” she raised a brow. His length was already hard, ready for attention. The tip of his cock was angry red, already leaking precum. 

She was ready to reach for him, take his cock into her mouth and guide it into her mouth. Logan was faster. He pushed her back on the bed, shaking his head. “No, no, darlin’. I’m gonna fuck you now. And next time, I will let you have a taste of me.” 

“Next time?” she smiled. 

Logan leaned closer, his head above hers. “You think this a one-time thing? Oh, pretty girl. No, no.” He pressed a soft kiss to her lips. 

“Good,” she gave him a bright smile. 

He pumped his length a few times before he positioned his cock to her opening. Slowly, he pushed inside until her hungry pussy took him all in. He cursed, groaned when her walls clenched around him. Once he was buried to the hilt, Y/N sank her nails into his chest, leaving red trails down to his belly button. They immediately disappeared, healed.

“Feel so good, princess. So tight,” he moaned as he started to move. At first slow, enjoying every stroke, watching her face like a hawk. He loved how her eyes rolled, how she gasped for air with each thrust or how she squeezed her breasts. She was fucking perfect. 

His thrusts fastened. He watched her breasts bounce as she kept fucking her. His grunts were louder, more vocal. Logan’s right hand found her neck. He wrapped his fingers around it, squeezing it. And that move made her clench hard around his cock. “Shit, Y/N,” he called her name. “Keep doing that and I will fucking cum inside you.”

Logan’s other hand sneaked between their bodies and found her clit. He started to rub it slowly, changing the movements. 

“P-please,” she gasped. “I need to cum, Logan.”

He smiled. “Yeah, pretty girl? Gonna cum around my cock?”

Y/N nodded, moaning and shaking under him. “Please, please,” she begged. 

“Come on, princess. Cum around my cock. Squeeze me with your sweet pussy,” he demanded. “Wanna feel you when you cum. Shit… Ah… Fuck…”

A few more flickers of his finger was what she needed to reach her peak. Her mouth formed a perfect O, her voice suddenly gone when the wave of pleasure hit her body like a train. Her back arched as he helped her through her orgasm. 

“Fuck, baby, yes,” he grunted. “Milk me dry.” 

A few more thrusts and he spilt inside her. His hot cum painted her walls. He growled like an animal, trying to prolong his climax with every movement. His body shook and then he stopped, panting. 

His eyes found hers. There was a post-orgasmic haze in them. A smile played on her lips. She was perfect, beautiful. Logan quickly leaned down and stole a kiss from her.

“Damn, princess,” he chuckled. “Such a good girl.” 

Those words made her clench around his length again. He grinned. “You like it when I call ya a good girl? Good to know.” Slowly, he pulled her semi-hard cock out of her and rolled next to her, catching his breath. 

Y/N rolled to him, resting her leg over his body. Her fingers drew patterns on his chest, moving through the hair delicately. “This was fun,” she smiled. “It’s been a while since I had a good orgasm.” 

He raised a brow. “Next time, I’ll make you cum on my fingers,” he grabbed her hand and pressed his lips on her fingers. “Then on my tongue and around my cock,” he hummed. “I will fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

She grinned. “Is that a promise?” 

“Fuck yeah, princess.” 

𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦

𝘓𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵 𝘹 𝘍𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘓𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘔𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘤𝘰. 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘴, 𝘓𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘴. 𝘕𝘰𝘸, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘓𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘢, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘓𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘓𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘯 (2017). 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘝𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦. 𝘌𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵 𝘚𝘮𝘶𝘵 18+ 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 14.5𝘬 𝘔𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

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𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘖𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦

Weekend Getaway (wolverine/logan howlett x fem!reader)

18+ account - minors do not interact

wolverine/logan howlett x f!reader Word Count: 4.1K Rating: E

Summary: Logan surprises you with a romantic getaway to celebrate your 1-year anniversary together. He opens up about his intentions for the future with you and building a life together.

Or simply… Logan wants to know your thoughts on marriage and the possibility of children.

Warning: domestic!logan, established relationship, flirting, language, fluff, pet names, smutty flashback (blowjob), size kink, dirty talk (filthy logan), implied p in v sex, breeding kink, more implied smut (they are horny — it’s their anniversary), I guess reader has a nickname (doc), wealthy!logan (this will make sense once you read it)

A/N: This can be seen as part of my Into the Unknown universe, but this can be read as a standalone.

Previous (Part 1) (Part 2)

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Lake Mohonk, New York

One year.

A year filled with more light and laughter than he had ever thought possible.

One year. With you.

He sped down the winding roads of Hudson Valley, a warmth radiated through him, pulling a contented smile to his lips. The sun-drenched landscape blurred past, vibrant greens and golden hues melding together like a canvas. He stole a glance at you, the soft light filtering through his truck windows highlighting your features, and he felt an overwhelming surge of affection.

His fingers began to draw gentle patterns against the fabric of your jeans, tracing lazy circles and soft lines that sent a tingle up your spine. The warmth of his palm against your skin ignited a thrill of excitement. You couldn’t help but lean closer. With a playful spark in your eyes, you reached over the console, your lips finding his for a messy, and urgent kiss. He groaned when you bit at his lower lip and you pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, curiosity dancing in your eyes.

“We’ve been driving for over an hour. Seriously, where are we going?” you asked.

He chuckled, a knowing smile spreading across his face. “I’m still not goin’ to tell you,” he replied, licking his lips.

You pouted at his teasing, your mind racing with possibilities. “You know I hate surprises,” you protested, playfully nudging him with your shoulder.

He glanced down at your hand, which had unconsciously found its way to his growing erection. You loved knowing that a simple kiss could get him going. “Doc,” he hissed, “we’re close, so stop your teasin’ and be a good girl,”

Good girl. A tingle started spreading between your legs.

The thought of celebrating your anniversary at Lake Mohonk, nestled south of the majestic Catskill Mountains, filled Logan with anticipation. He had planned this surprise and escape meticulously. You worked so hard, and he was happy you were able to get someone to cover your shift at the hospital tomorrow so that you two could enjoy the long weekend. He wanted to make this perfect for you.

Your pout deepened, frustration mingling with desire.

“Patience, Doc,” he said. “Trust me, it’ll be worth it.” He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, focus shifting back to the road, while your eyes roamed over him, captivated by the way his jawline flexed and the hint of a smile played at his lips.

“Are you seriously declining road head?” you teased, but also felt your mouth water since you could see Logan straining through his jeans.

“Shut up,” he growled, his eyes flicking to you, desire pooling in those deep hazel depths before returning to the road. You knew what he was thinking of.

You couldn’t shake the heat of a recent memory where he had leaned back into the worn leather seat, and you had taken your time, savoring the moment as you unbuckled his belt, the metallic clink echoing in his truck. When you finally pulled down his zipper, the way he inhaled sharply sent a shiver of satisfaction through you. You remembered feeling the warmth of his skin as you wrapped your hand around him, and the soft gasp that escaped his lips. You had leaned in, your mouth inches away, teasing him with your breath until he’d groaned, a deep sound that reverberated within you, making your own pulse race.

As you finally took him into your mouth, the taste of him enveloped your senses. Each movement was deliberate and controlled, guided by the rhythm of his groans and soft curses. You could feel how he throbbed in your mouth, the pressure building as you found a sweet spot that had each snap of his hips get desperate as he thrust roughly into your sweet mouth until he hit the back of your throat, and you gagged while you watched him just so lost in the pleasure you were giving him.

You remembered glancing up, teary-eyed, meeting his eyes to see them dark with lust, his jaw clenched and the muscles in his neck taut as he tried to stifle the raw need that surged through him. The excitement of knowing you had him at the edge of his control sent waves of heat flooding through you, and a soft moan of pleasure escaped from your throat, sending vibrations through him. Finally, his body tensed, and he spilled hot down the back of your throat moaning out your name while you swallowed it down.

You leaned back in your seat as you allowed your fingers to slide back and forth across his thigh, testing the waters. “Maybe you should change your mind,” you countered playfully, biting your lip. “A little distraction could be fun.”

The tense muscles in his thigh flexed under your touch, and he shot you a warning glance that was only half-serious. “You don’t make it easy, do you?”

The road twisted ahead, lined with wildflowers and tall trees bursting with life, but all you could focus on was your handsome man beside you.

As Logan's truck rounded the final bend, the sprawling view of the Mohonk Mountain House came into sight. The sun, now beginning to dip low in the sky, enveloped the historic resort in a warm, golden glow, casting reflections off the shimmering waters of Lake Mohonk. Towering stone walls and ivy-covered terraces gave the place an air of timeless luxury, a fairytale Victorian castle resort seemingly plucked from the pages of a storybook.

You stared, your mouth agape, unable to process what lay before you. This wasn’t just a getaway; it was one of the most exclusive resorts in the region. Logan pulled into the parking lot, his demeanor calm and collected, but you could feel the excitement radiating from him.

“Logan,” you breathed, finally breaking the silence as he turned off the engine. “Are you serious? This place is… it’s incredible!” Your voice came out a mix of awe and disbelief, and you felt your heart flutter at the thought of spending a weekend here.

He turned to you, his hazel eyes sparkling with warmth. “I told you it would be worth the wait,” he said, a smug grin on his face. “I wanted to do somethin’ special for our anniversary, and I figured you deserved a little luxury after all your hard work.”

“Anniversary?” you questioned.

Logan's confident demeanor faltered just the slightest as he rubbed the back of his neck, an uncharacteristic shyness creeping onto his rugged features. The blush that crept across his cheeks only made him more endearing. “Well, about this time last year,” he murmured, a sheepish smile breaking across his face, “was when we started datin’ and stuff.”

“But the first time we slept together isn’t for a few weeks,” you said, tilting your head to the side.

Logan laughed, a low, rich sound that sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach. “Dirty girl…” he winked. “I’m countin’ from the first time I kissed you at the Harvest Festival,”

You felt your heart swell at his words, the memory of that first kiss replaying vividly in your mind. You were utterly taken aback by the depth of Logan's thoughtfulness. This gesture was big. It wasn’t that Logan wasn’t romantic; it was more that he expressed his love in ways you sometimes found hard to decipher. His main love language was rooted in acts of service—you had seen it time and time again. He showed his affection by helping you with tasks, and surprising you with little gestures that made your life easier. From the way he made sure you had your favorite coffee in the mornings to always taking care of the chores you dreaded, Logan poured his heart into the little things.

But this? This was something else entirely. This was grand. You had always seen him as someone who might shy away from overt romantic displays, preferring to communicate through the rhythm of daily life. The way he cared for you wasn’t loud or flashy; it was in the quiet and steadfast ways he made your world a better place.

You reached out, playful fingers brushing against his beard, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin. “Okay, so one year from our first kiss,” you said, teasingly rolling your eyes. “I guess that’s still worth celebrating.”

Logan turned in his seat, resting his elbow on the console. “Get your ass outta this truck so we can check in and enjoy our suite. I’ve got plans, y’know?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Plans? What kind of plans? I mean, aside from getting me to fall for you all over again?”

You felt his lips —soft and teasing—trailing a path from your cheek down your neck. “You’re goin’ to be a good girl and take what I give you over and over again,” he murmured, against your ear.

You whimpered and bit your bottom lip, and felt the fabric of your panties get impossibly wet.

He then took your chin in his rough, calloused hand, tilting your face toward his. Your breath hitched as he closed the distance, his lips crashing down on yours, and you melted into the kiss. His hands moved deftly, sliding from your chin to the back of your neck, holding you in place as the kiss deepened, igniting a fire that spread through your body.

You responded eagerly, fingers running through his hair, feeling the tension in his shoulders as he pressed closer, the hard lines of his body pressing against you.

Pulling back slightly, Logan’s breath was ragged, eyes dark with desire as he searched your face. “And I’m goin’ to make you come over and over again until you’re beggin’ me to stop,” he muttered, his thumb grazing your bottom lip.

You knew from experience that Logan wasn’t just talk, he always executed on his promises, and the thought of him fucking you until your mind went blank had you ripping the truck door open and sprinting towards the resort entrance.

xx

After multiple rounds of Logan practically bending you in half, you had lost count of how many times he had made you come as you laid together on the mattress together, and you put your head on his chest feeling exhausted and sore. He was explaining your itinerary for the long weekend – a hiking trail tomorrow, on Friday. Canoeing on the lake on Saturday. And he had booked you a spa treatment on Sunday before you guys would drive back to Westchester.  

He emphasized that there would be a lot of fine dining and sex over the weekend as well.

You shook your head in disbelief, still processing the grandeur of the suite. Logan had booked the Victorian Mountain View Suite, and you couldn’t help but wonder how much money this all was. “This must’ve cost a fortune…,” you said, feeling an odd mix of gratitude and concern. “Are you sure we can afford this?”

While you were a doctor, you had barley been making any money as a resident. When you met Logan, you had just completed your fellowship and had only just become a board-certified attending physician. Even though you were a grown woman, it felt like you had only recently started making real money. When you and Logan moved in together, he felt the need to be the provider and didn’t want you to help pay the rent and basically covered all the bills. He would get so mad at you whenever you tried to spend money on yourself, or the two of you, and especially if it was just for him. You would always frown and tell him that you felt bad and would remind him that you made your own money, and he would always tell you, ‘I got you, Doc. Lemme take care of you.’ He had that ‘old school’ mentality considering the man was centuries old, but you always wondered, how could he afford to do all of this? Was Professor Xavier really paying the X-Men all that much in compensation?

Logan shifted slightly, propping himself up on one elbow, the sheets tangled around his muscular frame as he looked down at you, a twinkle in his hazel eyes. The soft glow of the fading sunset peeked through the grand windows, enveloping the suite in a warm golden hue. You felt his gaze as he opened his mouth to respond.

“Alright, Doc,” he began, the playful tone lacing his voice making you smile. “You might want to sit up for this.”

Curiosity piqued, you pushed yourself up on your elbows, feeling your heart race. “What is it?” you asked, your voice laced with anticipation.

“Well, back in the 60’s, I made a pretty good investment.”

“An investment?” you echoed, slightly confused. “In what?”

He chuckled softly, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Xerox.”

Your brow furrowed in confusion. “Xerox? The photocopier company?”

“Yep,” he replied, nodding like it was the most normal thing in the world. “There was all this hype bout’ their technology back then, and I saw the potential.”

Stunned, you took a moment to process his words. You were struggling to find you own words, caught somewhere between disbelief and awe. “Logan, that’s insane! Did you really make enough from that to—?”

“Let’s just say,” he interrupted, his smirk widening, “I held onto those shares for a few decades longer than most folks would think to. By the time the ‘90s rolled around, I was sittin’ pretty. Sold a majority of it. Enough to afford… whatever I want,” He gestured to the extravagant suite.

You shook your head. “Wow,”

Logan appreciated the strong, capable woman you were. You held your own as a physician, dedicated to your craft and committed to your career, but it also pained him to see you shoulder the weight of medical school debt. To him, it didn’t feel fair for you to bear so much, especially when he had decades’ worth of financial security at his fingertips. Logan wanted to be the one who could take care of you in a way that felt right—not in a patronizing way, but simply as a partner who cherished and adored you.

He honestly wanted to wipe away your medical school debt, but he knew you would tear him a new asshole for suggesting that. He could see the mental image of you with your hands on your hips, brow furrowed; your voice rising as you vehemently rejected the idea. You would shout about how you were perfectly capable of handling it on your own and he could already hear your retort, sharp and quick, ripping into him about pride and independence.

Logan's gaze softened, a contemplative look settling across his rugged features. “You know, I’ve been thinkin’ a lot about our future,” he began, his voice steady yet slightly hesitant. “You moved all the way from a large mountain house in Alberta to this tiny place near the X-Mansion for me, and I can’t help but feel like I owe you more than just this weekend.”

You blinked, stunned by the weight of his words. “You don’t owe me anything,”

He continued, vulnerability filling his tone. “I want you to feel comfortable, Doc. Our life together should be more than just an apartment—you deserve a home, a place where we can build memories. A house where we can settle. I’m thinkin’ of somethin’ a little more permanent. I want to buy us a real home, y’know?”

A whirlwind of emotions swirled in your chest as you processed his words. “A house?” you repeated.

Logan watched your face closely. He felt a surge of hope intertwined with fear running through him, the kind of fear that walked hand-in-hand with vulnerability. It was a new experience for him, this openness. The kind of thing he’d always shielded himself from, but for you, it felt natural, even necessary.

“Doc,” he began, his voice steady, though a sliver of nervousness crept in as he continued. “What are your thoughts on gettin’ married one day?”

There it was, the big question, the leap into something he’d never truly considered until now. He had spent centuries existing, but settling down, building a life with someone—it was new territory he was excited to explore, though the prospect of it terrified him.

He held onto your gaze, searching for any hint of unease. He watched as a smile stretched across your lips, brightening your expression and lighting a fire in his chest. “Logan,” you said softly, the way you always did when you wanted him to know you were in his corner. “I’ve thought about it,” you said shyly. “A lot, actually,” you admitted.

He could feel the tension ebb slightly, the knot in his stomach loosening, but it quickly tightened again when he shifted to the next question, the one that made even him feel vulnerable. “And kids?” He watched as your eyes widened a touch, the impact of his question hanging heavily between both.

Kids. The thought had crossed his mind, more than once. Even though he knew you were on birth control, there was a small part of him that couldn’t help but wonder. What if it failed? Or perhaps a part of him sometimes hoped you missed a day. The idea of you carrying his child stirred a mix of emotions within him. Fear, uncertainty, but also a flicker of excitement. The idea of creating a life together, of having someone who was part of both of you, was intoxicating.

Whenever you would whine and tell him to come inside of you, he would spill everything that was left of him inside your perfect cunt… wondering if one day it would stick. Sometimes it was him asking you… maybe even begging you if he could finish inside of you and telling you how much he needed it. He would paint your insides white, filling you up, and gasping your name with a guttural groan that vibrated from his chest.

He imagined what it would be like to have a child with you. Would they have your eyes? Your laugh? Could he teach them what it meant to be strong, to fight for what is right? It was a fleeting thought. But in that moment, surrounded by the warmth of your presence, he couldn’t help but dream, even if only for a heartbeat, of what could be.

He felt a wave of anxiety wash over him. He searched your features for any signs of rejection, but instead of pulling away, you leaned closer, your brow furrowing in thought.

“Hey,” you started, your voice steady. “You really want to know what I think?”

“Yeah, I do,” he replied, trying to keep his tone casual.

Taking a deep breath, you seemed to gather your thoughts—a trait he admired so much about you. “I think marriage is… a beautiful thing. I want it one day, not right this second, but the thought of saying ‘I do’ to you? That makes sense, Logan. It feels right.”

He felt a warmth spread through his chest at your words. But then he remembered his question about kids, and anxiety returned.

“But kids…” you continued, a slight nervousness creeping in—but you pressed on. “I want to have a family, eventually. And, I could picture it with you, you know? You… and me… kids—”

“Yeah?” he urged, his pulse quickening. The thought of you being the mother of his children—he could suddenly see it like a flash in his mind.

“But it’s a big step,” you said, your smile wavering just a bit, fingers fidgeting with the fabric of the sheets. “I just want to make sure we’re ready for that part of our lives. I mean, can you even—”

“Can I what?” he asked, stubborn pride flaring up like it tended to do whenever he sensed hesitation in your words.

“Handle all that responsibility?” you said, fixing him with a sincere stare. “It’s not a small thing to have kids, Logan. It’s life-changing.”

Logan’s expression softened, and he leaned back against the headboard, stretching out his arms. He nodded, understanding what you were saying and appreciating the weight of it. “I get it, Doc. It’s not a small thing, but it’s somethin’ I want. With you. And… only you.”

“Logan…” you said, searching for the right words. The gravity of his confession intertwined with your emotions, and it was hard to articulate the feeling swirling within you. “I want that too,” you admitted, your voice quiet. “It’s scary to think about, but I can see it. With you. And only you, too,” you parroted back, tracing a finger along the line of his jaw.

“If we were to, y’know, have kids… there’s a chance they could be mutants. Would that… would that bother you?” he murmured, his voice laced with a seriousness that made you pull back slightly, searching his gaze.

You reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his, grounding him in your comfort. “Of course, it wouldn’t bother me, if anything, it would make them even more special.”

A flicker of surprise crossed his features, a crease forming between his brows as he absorbed your response. “Really?” he said, the tension in his shoulders easing a bit.

“Really,” you affirmed, leaning in to press a gentle kiss against his lips, before pulling away.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, a grounding gesture that settled your racing heart. “I’m not rushin’ you. I just wanted to know how you feel about it. ‘Cause I see a future with you. A real one,”

Your eyes glistened while you gazed up lovingly at him, and your hands came up to card through his hair. “I love you so much Logan,”

“I love you too, Doc,” he replied, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close.

As you settled back into the tangle of sheets, it felt as if the world outside ceased to exist— it was just the two of you in this room.

“You know,” you murmured softly, resting your head on his shoulder, “Just because apparently you’re fucking rich doesn’t mean that we’re getting one of those McMansions in Westchester,”

Logan chuckled, the warm rumble in his chest causing a flutter deep inside you. “Don’t worry. I have no interest in those cookie-cutter places. I’m thinkin’ somethin’ more personal— with character, y’know?” he said.

You smiled, picturing it: a cozy home with wood accents and a welcoming front porch under the shade of towering trees. A place where you could create lasting memories, filled with laughter, love, and maybe a little chaos if your future kids had anything to say about it. “I can see that,” you said, your voice softer as you allowed yourself to dream.

"Mmhm," he grunted.

“Just promise me one thing,” you said, your voice soft but firm.

“Anythin’ baby,” he replied, genuine sincerity resting in every word.

“Right before we build our dream house, you’re not going to sell any more investments without consulting me first,” you teased, the corners of your mouth quirking up into a smile.

“I promise,” he said.

The laughter that bubbled between you filled the room, a soothing balm for the more serious conversation that had just unfolded. Logan wrapped you tighter in his embrace, your head continuing to rest comfortably against his shoulder as he drifted into a serene silence. You could hear the steady thump of his heartbeat.

As the sun disappeared behind the horizon, leaving behind streaks of peach and violet across the sky, you felt the weight of the day lift.

“Hey, baby,” Logan’s voice broke through your thoughts, warm and inviting.

“Yeah?” you replied, looking up at him, heart fluttering at the adoration in his gaze.

“You wanna make some more new memories tonight?” he asked playfully.

“If you mean by letting you worship me, then yes,” you replied cheekily.

With a smirk, Logan leaned in closer, his breath warm against your cheek. “Oh, I plan on worshipin’ you, alright,” he murmured, his voice low and alluring. His fingertips began to roam, trailing teasing patterns along your arm, sending shivers of anticipation through your body.

You giggled softly, feeling a delightful thrill at the invitation his words promised. “You’re insatiable,” you teased.

Logan captured your mouth, and you moaned softly against his lips, feeling your desire building once more as his warm hands slid beneath your shirt, gliding over the soft skin of your abdomen.

As he pulled you closer, he marveled at how easily you could bridge the barrier of his past—two hundred years of heartache and solitude softened by the warmth of your love. In that moment, he knew, whatever the future held—the house, marriage, kids —it would all be worth it, as long as he faced it with you.

And if you became his wife – maybe you wouldn’t complain about him wiping away your medical school debt…

xx

I think it’s the end for these two, I was brain-rotting on this 3-parter fic with the idea of domestic AF Logan. He fucking deserves it. Happy to take requests if people are interested in seeing additional moments of these two!

The Xerox idea came from the movie the Age of Adaline when a woman born in the early 1900’s stops aging following a freak accident, and they provided a background story for how she was able to afford her lifestyle in this current day and age with the Xerox investment. There’s a part of me that would like to think that Logan would have done something similar having spent so much time on earth, and he would just be a secret multimillionaire who lived a super humble life. There’s just something about him being a fucking hot lumberjack / X-Men member who’s also secretly wealthy that turns me on to no end.

wealthy!logan… somebody SEDATE me.

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