Lover Boy (mlm wolverinexmalereader)

Part 6

*little bit of smut*

When you get back, you're exhausted and your face hurts. You shuffle to your room, shutting your door. You collapse onto your bed, and instantly fall into a deep slumber.

***
When you wake up, it's dark outside, and you groan as you sit up. Your bones are stiff, and you're a little dizzy. You stand, opening the door. The house is silent as you walk down the empty halls, tracing the wood lightly. It's a chilly night, and you shiver, letting your skin heat enough to warm you up. As you walk, you find yourself standing in front of Logan's door. You reach for the knob, hesitating. Just as your about to open it, you hear a voice.

"Let me the fuck out of here!"

You perk up, forgetting about Logan for a moment, walking towards the sound.

"It looks like a sex dungeon in here, what is with you people?" It's deadpool's voice. You follow it down a flight of stairs, and there he is, tied to a pole on the ground, mask off. His face is one of nightmares, but you don't mind. You've seen worse.

"Oh, hello handsome," he notices you, wrathing against his restraints.

"Do you mind untieing me? I promise I'll show you the night of your life~" he purrs, and you roll your eyes.

"Why have they got you tied up?" I questioned, taking a step towards him.

"Why the fuck would I know?" He asks, kicking his legs like a baby. "Sorry for my manners, I'm usually a nice guy." He assured you.

"Where is everyone?" You ask, crossing your arms.

"Off looking for the stupid aliens, obviously," he rolled his eyes. They'd left you behind? You scuff to yourself, turning and walking away.

"Wait!! Don't leave me! What the hell?!"

***

You walk towards the front doors, not worried about the cold as you step into the night, bare feet and all. You scan the courtyard, ignoring the sharp bits of gravel under your toes. Suddenly you hear it, a little zipping noise, then you felt a sharp pang in the back of your neck.

"What the hell?!" You hiss, yanking the dart out of your neck. You feel light headed, but you steady yourself, scanning the darkness. You see a figure darting between the trees, and you grin.

"Come out come out wherever you are!" You call. You close your eyes, using your heat receptor's to pinpoint the mysterious figure's location.
"Gotcha" you mumble, opening your eyes and pulling a knife out of your underwear (you always keep it there) and throw it with precision, hearing it hit it's target, right in his throat. You run to the figure, crouching down and grabbing him by the shirt. It's definitely not an alien, it's just a man. A regular shmegular man.

"What do you want?!" You shake him.

"Y...you..." he manages to croak, before coughing up blood and passing away.

"Jesus, dramatic much" you mumble, standing and examining the dart that was in your neck. A little bit of the purple liquid remains, and you stuff it in your pocket. Thank god you fell asleep in your suit. You pull the dagger out of his throat, wiping the blood on your sleeve and trudging back into the house.

***

Deadpool was right, almost everyone was gone, even Logan. You sat on your bed, riddled with anxiety.
"I need a fag," you grumble, standing and grabbing your cigarettes and your lighter, making your way outside again. You sit on the steps of the school, smoking quietly.

You watch as the jet flies back over head, disappearing into the basketball court.

You hurry into the house, cigarette still in hand as you race to greet them. But when you see them, they all hurry past you, ignoring your greeting.

"Rude." You grumble.

Then you see him.

Scott is being carried in on a stretcher.

"What the fuck?!" No one is telling you anything, and you race after them. You follow them into the med bay, and everyone frantically buzzes around Scott. You hear someone shout;

"What did they inject him with?!"

"I don't know! It was purple!"

You whip out the syringe from your pocket, holding it above your head. Suddenly everyone freezes, turning to you.

"Where did you get that?" Storm asks, eyeing you up.

"I was attacked, like half an hour ago," you mumble.

"We'll figure it out later, just hand it over! And put that cigarette out," she rudely dismisses you as you hand her the purple luiquid, and you turn and walk out, taking a puff of your smoke and blowing it out behind you.

"Screw them," you grumble, walking back towards your room.

***

You quickly changed into pyjamas, falling dramatically onto your bed. The last two days felt like a haze, and you were still so exhausted. In all the chaos, you still hadn't had the chance to talk to Logan, and you began to feel anxiety creep up on you. You cuddled up under the covers, letting sleep take you away.

*Smut

"Fuck, you don't know how long I've wanted this," Logan whispers in your ear, thrusting into you. You moan his name, nails digging into his back as hits just the right spot inside you.
"I love you Logan... I love you... I love you...."

You wake suddenly, breathing heavily. Shit, your hard as a rock. You spit on your hand and slip it down your pants, groaning as you take yourself into your hand, thrusting into your fist. You close your eyes, imagining it's Logan, his large, calloused hands touching you, whispering sweet nothing's into your ear-

There's a sharp knock at your door, and you gasp, pulling your hand out of your pants

*smut over

"Come in." You sigh. It's rouge, and you smile warmly.

"Hi." You scoot over as as she sits on the end of your bed.

"What's bothering you?" You ask.

"Boy problems," she groans.

"Don't we all?" You chuckle. "Come sit," you pat the bed beside me, your activities from earlier long forgotten.

You spend the night chatting and giggling and gossiping together, before she falls asleep, and soon, you do too.

Logan and Y/N are rouges dads, because I said so hehe