One Shots: Hugh Jackman/Logan Howlett x Reader

Untamed Desires

The forest was alive with the sounds of summer-birds calling, leaves rustling in the breeze, and the distant murmur of a stream. But the tranquility was shattered by the urgent pounding of feet against the forest floor and the low, guttural growl that cut through the otherwise peaceful setting.

You sprinted through the woods, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you pushed yourself harder, the thrill of the chase making your pulse race. The ground beneath your feet was uneven, but you barely noticed, your focus solely on the way the shadows played tricks on your eyes and the occasional snap of a twig behind you.

Logan was closing in. You could hear him-feel him-getting closer with every second. His growls were a primal symphony, each one sending a jolt of excitement and fear through you. His senses were heightened, his predatory instincts making him an almost supernatural hunter. He could smell you, sense your every movement, and the way your heart raced was like a beacon guiding him.

A sudden burst of energy propelled you forward, but you stumbled, the underbrush catching at your feet. You caught yourself on a tree, your back pressing against the rough bark as you looked over your shoulder, breathless and wide-eyed. The forest seemed to hold its breath as the sounds of Logan's pursuit grew nearer.

Then, you saw him.

He emerged from the shadows like a creature born of the wild, his eyes glinting with a feral intensity. Logan was on all fours now, his muscles taut and rippling under his skin, a predatory snarl twisting his lips. The sheer rawness of his presence was enough to make your heart race faster, a thrill of excitement and arousal washing over you.

Logan's gaze locked onto you, his nostrils flaring as he took in your scent, his eyes darkening with desire. He could almost taste your need, and it drove him wild. With a final, powerful burst of speed, he closed the distance between you, his body moving with a grace and power that was both awe-inspiring and intimidating.

You backed away, pressing yourself against the tree, but there was no escape now. Logan was upon you in an instant, his large frame caging you in, his breath hot and heavy against your skin. His wolfish grin was wide and predatory, a dark promise of what was to come.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through you. His eyes roamed over you with a mix of hunger and satisfaction, taking in the sheen of sweat that covered your body. The chase had left you breathless and flushed, and Logan was more than ready to claim his prize.

You shivered as he pressed closer, his hands roaming over your body with an intensity that made your skin tingle. His touch was rough, almost possessive, as he traced the curves of your body with a sense of urgency. The thrill of being hunted, of being captured, only heightened your arousal, making you shiver with anticipation.

"Please," you whimpered, your voice trembling with need. The way he looked at you, the raw desire in his eyes, made your heart pound harder. "I need you, Logan."

His grin widened at your plea, and he growled in response, his hands gripping your waist with a rough possessiveness that made you gasp. "I know you do," he said, his voice thick with desire. "And I'm going to give you exactly what you need."

Logan's lips were on yours in an instant, his kiss fierce and demanding, his tongue claiming yours in a way that made you shiver. His hands moved to lift you, his strength evident as he pressed you against the tree with a firm, almost primal grip. Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, pulling him closer as you melted into his touch.

He didn't waste any time. Logan's hands roamed your body with a rough passion, his touch igniting every nerve ending as he explored you. His growls of pleasure mixed with your gasps and moans, creating a symphony of raw, unfiltered desire.

"You're so perfect," Logan murmured against your skin, his voice low and rough as he kissed his way down your neck, his hands gripping your hips firmly. "So fucking perfect."

You moaned in response, your hands gripping his shoulders as you moved with him, the need building inside you with every touch, every kiss. Logan's movements were powerful and commanding, his body pressing you against the tree as he claimed you with a primal intensity that left you breathless and desperate.

Every thrust, every touch, was an exploration of the raw, unbridled desire that had been building between you two. Logan's grip on you was firm but tender, his hands roaming over your body with a rough, almost desperate passion that made you cry out in pleasure.

He took you to the edge, his growls and moans mixing with your own, creating a symphony of pleasure that echoed through the forest. The sensation of being captured, of being completely and utterly claimed by him, was overwhelming, and you couldn't get enough.

When you finally reached the peak, the world seemed to explode in a haze of pleasure, the intensity of the moment leaving you breathless and shivering. Logan's body pressed against yours, his own release following closely behind as he groaned in satisfaction, his grip on you tightening as he rode out the waves of pleasure.

As the last tremors of your climax faded, Logan pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he looked at you. His lips were still curved into that predatory grin, but there was a tenderness in his gaze that made your heart swell.

"You alright?" he murmured, his voice softening as he brushed a stray lock of hair from your face.

You nodded, your breath still coming in ragged gasps as you looked up at him, a sated smile on your lips. "More than alright," you whispered, your voice full of affection and gratitude.

Logan's grin widened, and he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Good," he said, his voice a comforting rumble. "That's what I wanted."

He helped you down from the tree, his touch gentle as he guided you away from the forest, his body still pressed close to yours. The world outside was waiting, but for now, all that mattered was the connection you shared, the thrill of the chase, and the way he made you feel.

As you walked back to the cabin, hand in hand with Logan, you couldn't help but smile. The forest might have been wild and untamed, but it had led you to a place of raw, unfiltered passion, a place where you and Logan were free to explore and indulge in the deepest desires of your hearts.

Fin