Rescued ~ Wolverine x reader

5 - At Night🔞

You arrived back to the cabin cold yet sticky with sweat. 

'I'll warm up some water for the shower,' Logan said, putting a bucket over the embers. 'You can go first.'

'Ok, thanks,' you said, taking off your soaked boots. 

You waited by the fire until the water got warm and then you carefully grabbed its handle with two rags over your hands. You brought it to the adjacent room that served as the bathroom and after shutting the door behind you, undressed with a shiver. 

With a spare cup, you poured the water over your body, feeling your muscles relax under its warmth. You were careful not to wet your bandages, just as Logan had told you to. You grabbed the bar of soap and lathered your body with it until you were as clean as a soap bubble. Then, you rinsed yourself off with the remaining water and grabbed a towel. 

Once dried, you put back on the spare clothes you'd brought and opened the door. Logan grabbed the bucket you handed him and filled it again before putting it back on top of the fire. You wrung your hair with the towel, wrapping it around your head. A few moments later, Logan grabbed the bucket and left for the bathroom. 

You heard him whistle through the walls and you smiled. The tune was vaguely familiar. He stopped it and you heard the flushing of water, bringing you out of your reveries. You grabbed the book you had been reading and sat down in your chair. A few minutes later, you heard the bathroom door open. 

'D'ya wanna come help with dinner?' You heard Logan ask, and when you raised your eyes from your book, you discovered him standing shirtless, his towel flung over his shoulder. His chest glistened with remaining moisture and you had to take a second to think of what he had just said. 

'Uh- yeah sure,' you stuttered, putting your book down. Your eyes glided over his toned body, on which not a scar came to taint his skin. 

You stood up and came next to him, watching from the corner of your eye as he put on a shirt and a sweater. His hair glistened with pearls of water, and you quickly removed the towel which was still on your own head and flung it on a chair. 

You prepared dinner with him in silence and ate your dinner by the fire. Once you were done with the washing up, you huddled up under the blankets of your bed. You were drowsy from all the walking you had done earlier but a prickly feeling kept teasing you from within. 

Logan sat in the chair in front of the fire, cradling a beer in his head, pensively looking at the flames. You turned around in your bed to face the wall and tried to ignore the heat that grew in between your legs. You grabbed your book and tried to focus on the words in front of your eyes. After a while, as your eyelids grew heavier, you heard him get up from his chair, and the door opening and shutting. 

You peeked over your shoulder and saw the outline of his figure from the window. The flicker of a flame illuminated his face for an instant before leaving only the glowing tip of his cigar visible in the darkness.

You lay on your back and closed your eyes. The picture of his half-naked body came back to you, his arms and his toned chest covered in dark hair. You wanted to put your mouth on his, to lick his skin and feel his pulse against your tongue. For a brief moment, self-loathing consumed you. You'd never been this unreasonable, yet the temptation was too strong.

Under the covers, your fingers slid to your panties. You could feel your pussy aching for attention. You massaged your clothed clit, but you knew that this would not be enough. Sneaking one more furtive glance outside, you slid your fingers under your underwear towards your already-wet folds. 

You teased your clit, rubbing it gently at first, then faster and faster until your back arched and your hips bucked towards your hand. You inserted two fingers inside yourself and your spare hand covered your mouth to make sure you didn't make any noise. Your breathing was getting erratic, but not as much as your thoughts. 

As wrong as it seemed, you couldn't stop picturing him, his harsh eyes and hot fucking body. You wanted him to look at you, to care for you, to tell you words you'd never heard before. Your fingers were back on your clit, slick with fluids, rubbing it erratically. You reached your climax faster than you had ever done before and your legs shook under the covers. You wiped your fingers on your underwear and pulled it back up with your pyjamas. 

A moment later, the door clicked open and Logan strode in, his presence accompanied by the bitter scent of tobacco. You spun around, attempting to mask your ragged breath and the all-too-noticeable flush on your cheeks. 

~ 850 words

I hope you enjoyed this glimpse of smut, I promise more is coming, but all in due time ;)