One Shots: Hugh Jackman/Logan Howlett x Reader

Distracted | Part 2 - H.J.

Hugh's hand stilled on your reddened skin, the warmth of his palm a stark contrast to the sharp sting that still lingered. You were panting, every nerve in your body on high alert, waiting for what would come next. Hugh's voice was low and steady, but there was an edge to it, a promise of what was to follow.

He gently guided you off his lap, turning you to face him as he leaned back on the couch. His gaze locked onto yours, a fire burning in his eyes that sent a shiver down your spine. You could see the desire there, the hunger that had been stoked by your earlier teasing. But more than that, you could see the control he was exerting over himself, holding back the full force of his need.

"You wanted my attention, didn't you?" he murmured, his hand trailing up your thigh, fingers brushing dangerously close to your core. "Well, you've got it now."

You swallowed hard, your breath coming in short gasps as his hand moved higher. You nodded, unable to form words, your body trembling with anticipation. Hugh's lips curled into a small, knowing smile as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear.

"You're going to tell me what you want," he whispered, his voice like velvet. "And you're going to beg for it."

Your heart pounded in your chest as his hand finally reached the apex of your thighs, his fingers teasing the sensitive flesh there. The pressure was light, just enough to make you crave more, but not enough to satisfy. It was maddening, and you whimpered, your hips bucking involuntarily toward his hand.

"Hugh, please," you breathed, your voice shaky with need.

"Please what?" he asked, his tone teasing, his fingers continuing their torturous dance. "Tell me what you need."

"I need you," you confessed, the words tumbling out in a rush. "I need you inside me, Hugh. Please."

His eyes darkened with desire at your admission, his hand slipping lower, fingers brushing against your wetness. You gasped, your body jerking at the sensation. Hugh let out a low, satisfied hum, his fingers dipping into you just enough to tease before pulling back.

"God, you're so needy," he muttered, his voice thick with arousal. "You wanted me even while I was on the phone. You couldn't wait, could you?"

You shook your head, your eyes pleading with him. "No, I couldn't," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I need you now, Hugh. I can't wait any longer."

Hugh's control finally snapped, and with a low growl, he shifted, pushing you back onto the couch. His hands were on you in an instant, parting your thighs as he positioned himself between them. The heat of his body pressed against you, and you felt the hard length of him rubbing against your core.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he rasped, his lips hovering just above yours, so close you could almost taste him. "You wanted me to fuck you until you couldn't think straight."

"Yes," you breathed, your voice trembling with anticipation. "Yes, Hugh, please."

That was all the encouragement he needed. With one swift motion, he thrust into you, filling you completely. The suddenness of it made you cry out, your hands gripping his shoulders as he began to move. There was nothing gentle about the way he took you—his movements were rough, primal, driven by the need that had been building since the moment you'd teased him.

He leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss that left you breathless. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, your body arching to meet his. Hugh's hands gripped your hips, guiding you, pulling you closer as he drove deeper into you.

"You wanted this," he growled against your lips, his voice rough with arousal. "You wanted me to give you attention."

"Yes," you gasped, your head falling back as he hit that perfect spot inside you, over and over again. "Yes, Hugh, I wanted this. I needed this."

His pace quickened, his breathing ragged as he pounded into you, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge. The room was filled with the sound of skin against skin, the air thick with the scent of sex and the sound of your shared moans.

"You're mine," Hugh growled, his hand sliding up your body to wrap around your throat, his grip firm but not painful. The gesture was possessive, a reminder of who was in control, and it only heightened your pleasure.

You nodded, unable to speak, your body trembling with the force of your impending orgasm. The pressure was building inside you, every nerve in your body on fire as Hugh continued to take you with an intensity that left you breathless.

"I want to hear you say it," he demanded, his grip on your throat tightening just slightly. "Say you're mine."

"I'm yours," you gasped, the words spilling from your lips as you teetered on the brink. "I'm yours, Hugh. Only yours!"

That was enough to push him over the edge. With a final, deep thrust, he spilled into you, his body shuddering with the force of his release. The sensation of him filling you, the intensity of his need, sent you spiraling into your own orgasm, your body convulsing around him as you cried out his name.

For a moment, the two of you were lost in each other, the world outside the room fading away as you clung to him, your bodies entwined. Hugh's hand loosened its grip on your throat, sliding down to rest on your chest as he collapsed on top of you, his breath hot against your skin.

As you both lay there, spent and sated, Hugh's fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin, his breath still heavy in the aftermath of your passion. He lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours with a softness that belied the intensity of what had just happened.

"Did I give you what you wanted?" he asked, his voice a low rumble, filled with a mix of satisfaction and tenderness.

You smiled up at him, your heart swelling with love and contentment. "Yes," you whispered, your fingers brushing through his hair. "You always do."

Fin