Part 2

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*smut* (yes, right into it)


A couple days pass, and begin to settle into your new routine. Storm shows you your room, and you get your first class. The kids seem nice enough. One night, you're sitting on your bed, scrolling on your phone, when there's an aggressive knock at your door.

"Jeez, alright, I guess you can come in." You roll your eyes.
None other than Logan opens your door, throwing something at you.

"Put this on, we've got a mission." He grunts, his expression stoic. But he doesn't leave or look away. You shrug, standing and pulling your shirt off. You turn away, quickly changing, but you can feel his burning gaze on you.

"Pervert," you mumble, pulling on your shoes. You can almost hear him roll his eyes as you deliberately bend over, knowing the suit makes your ass look amazing.

"I'm not... into guys that way, you don't have anything to worry about." He assures you gruffly, crossing his arms.

"Aw, is little wolvie insecure about his masculinity?" You fake pout, tapping him on his muscular chest as you walk out of the room.

"I absolutely loathe you, you know that kid?" He grumbles, trotting after you.

"Don't call me kid, I'm like a hundred years old," you scuff, running a hand through your hair. He just rolls his eyes again.

***

When you get back from the mission, everyone is bruised and battered, and everyone quickly shuffles off to their respective rooms. As you walk towards your own room, you hear heavy footsteps behind you.

"Hey kid!" You stop.

"Good work out there today." Logan says, his expression remaining sullen as he pats your shoulder.

"Thanks... I think?" You shrug, watching his bubble butt stalk off to his own room.

***(smut)

You walk into your bathroom, closing the door and stripping the suit off. You admire your busted lip and bleeding forehead, sighing. You turn on the shower, stepping under the hot water. You let it wash away all
The blood and dirt in your hair and under your nails, watching it all run down the drain. After a few minutes, you decide to treat yourself, it's been a while since you had a good jerk off.

You run your hands down your chest. You imagine it's Henry Cavill touching you, not yourself. Finally, you take your dick into your hand, beginning at a slow pace, you groan, your other hand against the wall to steady yourself as you speed up. Suddenly, the image in your mind morphs and changes into a familiar man. Logan. You try to shake the thought from your head, pumping yourself harder. You become curious. You imagine what he must look like under his clothes, obviously he's built as fuck. His muscular arms, his torso, his round ass...
Suddenly you cum into your fist, the image of Logan, back arched, claws out, screaming your name, it's all too much as you pulse into your own hand, softly moaning his name. The post-nut clarity hits you, and you realize what you've done. You've just wanked off to the Wolverine.

***(smut finished)

For the next three days, you can't get the image out of your head, and it's quite annoying. He ain't gay, he said so himself. At least you can admire him from afar.

You walk through the school, your eyes on the ground as you enter Charles' office. He'd called you for a meeting.

You sit down, shuffling your feet nervously.

'Don't worry, just a check-in' the voice comes into your head, even though the professor's mouth does not move. You look up, surprised.

"You forget I can read your mind." The old man chuckles, saying this out loud.

"So, how has everything been going, with your class?" He asks.







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