Male Superhero X Male Reader (18+)

Wolverine X Male Reader

You were driving in the woods at night, alone. Logan had made no secrets he liked living by himself, you just didn't know his house would be that far off the road and so far from any city. You soon arrived in a clearing lit up by the moon. In the middle was a wooden cabin. There was light inside and the wood seemed to be burning in the fireplace. No doubt, Logan was living here. You texted him you were here and waited for him as you smoked a cigarette, leaning on your car. You and Logan had not met in quite some time, you were supposed to go out on the town and maybe drink a beer or a hundred ones in a bar and catch up.

You had been waiting for a few minutes and it was getting kind of cold. Logan was not answering his phone so you crushed your cigarette under your shoe and decided to go knock on his door. He was not answering but you could hear the TV was on and broadcasting a sports match. The door was unlocked so you carefully entered.

You: Hey Logan ? It's me !

Your only answer was a loud snore coming from the couch in front of the TV. Logan was passed out, sprawled on the couch, a magazine covering his face. He was wearing a pair of used and faded jeans, a leather belt with a silver buckle and a stained tank top that used to be white at some point. He had an emptied can of beer in his hands and several more on the carpet, near his muddy boots. The magazine fell off his face as he moved and grunted in his alcohol-induced sleep. Even unconscious, he was frowning and his face was serious. All of his facial features were hard, square, and manly and he never seemed truly relaxed. You patted him on the shoulder to wake him up but only earn another groan from him. You sighed and hit him a little harder and this time he woke up, opening his dark eyes. He looked as if it took him a few seconds to remember where he was and who the hell you were. But then his face lit up and he instinctively hit you in the chest and laughed.

Logan: Aha long time no see (Y/N) ! You actually came to visit me !

You: Yeah of course I did, we were supposed to drink some beers together but I can see you didn't wait for me to start.

Logan: Heh well I needed something to relax ... been chopping wood the whole day.

You: Maybe you shouldn't be drinking more then.

Logan: No way ! Let's go.

You: Bet you can't even stand on your own two feets, you big dummy. Come on, we can drink all the beers we want tomorrow ...

Logan wanted to argue some more but he had trouble getting up, his legs still in the process of waking up. You helped him by putting his arm around your neck and lifting him by under the armpits. It required great effort but you were both finally able to stand, Logan leaning slightly on you. You took a few steps in the direction of Logan's room and stumbled.

You: Gosh, you're heavy ...

The older male was grunting incoherent orders in a low voice while you withstood his heavy body. Logan was really built of nothing but muscle and adamantium. He was muscular all over, his big arm was thrown around your neck and his large hand was gripping your shoulder with strenght. The tank top tucked inside his pants did nothing but accentuate his big chest and his ripped abs and his huge legs looked ready to burst out of his pants. He was just peak virility with his well-defined jaw hidden by dark facial hair, his hairs covering his whole body and his voice that roared like thunder. You couldn't help but check him out and your gaze almost instinctively drifted towards his big package hanging between his thick thighs, moving around each time he took a step. He smelled of alcohol, musk and sweat and you wondered how much time had passed since his last shower. You felt your cheeks and the tip of your ears heating up, you were getting turned on just by being around him. You didn't remember you needed him this bad until now. Logan sounded less groggy, he was really waking up now and so he sounded less "cheerful".