Heat of the Night | Logan/Worst Wolverine x Mutant Reader

6 | Wall

Logan's movements grew even more relentless, his primal need driving him with a ferocity that left you gasping for breath. The intensity of his thrusts made the bed frame creak and groan, each impact reverberating through the wall.

To keep himself steady, Logan unsheathed his claws on the hand braced against the wall, the sharp metal gleaming in the dim light as he dug them into the surface for grip. The wall shuddered with each powerful thrust, and the sound of the bed slamming against it filled the room.

The bed creaked and groaned, each forceful thrust sending a jarring shockwave through the frame, making it slam against the wall with a rhythmic thud.

Unbeknownst to you and Logan, the wall you were pounding against was not just any wall-it was shared with Wade's apartment, where Wade and Blind Al were in the middle of their own late-night activities. They had settled on the couch, a bottle of whiskey between them, their voices low as they shared a drink. The sudden, rhythmic thudding from the wall made them both sit up with a start.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Wade muttered, his eyes widening as he looked at Blind Al. "You hear that?"

Blind Al, who was sipping her drink, cocked an eyebrow. "Yeah, I hear it. What the hell's going on over there?"

Wade grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. "We had a bet, remember? Told you they'd be perfect for each other," he said triumphantly. "Now pay up."

Blind Al sighed and handed Wade a wad of cash. "I didn't think they'd be this loud. But I'll admit, you were right. They do seem to have chemistry."

"Damn right," Wade said, snatching the money with a flourish. "I've got an ear for this shit. And a taste for the best bets."

As the bed continued to slam against the wall, Blind Al tried to stifle her laughter, though it was clear she was enjoying the spectacle. "You might want to tell them to keep it down," she suggested. "I don't think we need to hear every single detail."

Wade chuckled, glancing at the wall where he could see the faint, eerie glow of Logan's claws seeping through. "Yeah, I think they're kind of busy at the moment. I don't think they'll notice us anytime soon."

"Fucking hell, you feel so good," Logan growled, his voice a rough, guttural rasp. "Can't get enough of you."

You moaned in response, your nails digging into his back as you held onto him. The sensation of his claws scraping against the wall added a thrilling edge to your pleasure, the metallic scrape a constant, electrifying presence.

"Logan," you gasped, your voice trembling with need. "Tell me you're going to keep going."

He grunted, his thrusts becoming even more insistent. "As long as you need me, darlin'," he promised, his voice thick with determination. "I'm not stopping until you're completely satisfied."

The intensity of his movements only heightened your pleasure, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge. The bed continued to slam against the wall with an almost comical rhythm, and the sounds of your passion filled the room.

The noise had certainly made its mark, leaving Wade and Blind Al chuckling on their side of the wall, the sounds of their laughter blending with the lingering echoes of passion from the other side.

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