100 Situations - Wolverine/Rogue T1 Prompt #11: Disgust
Title: Attraction (1/?)
Fandom: X-Men (Movie)
Characters: Wolverine/Rogue
Prompt: #11 - Disgust
Word Count: 1115
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Rogue is in a stable relationship with John Allerdyce, but once Logan has revealed his true 'feelings', her attention is divided.
Author's Notes: The X-Men aren’t mine; they belong to Marvel and 20th Century Fox.
Okay, so here's the start of an OT3 series of sorts. I wanted to explore a different dynamic with these two, and hence bringing in the only character I can't seem to to shake. It's AU, mainly cos I needed John at the mansion without having to explain why he was there. Just go with it.
Written for 100_situations.
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John’s arm wrapped around her tighter, and she smiled as she turned her head to meet his kiss. Her hand moved to stroke the side of his face, reveling in being able to touch his skin. Control was still new to her, but she was lucky to have a partner in John who could handle it when she slipped up.
He pulled her onto his lap, deepening the kiss with a groan as he pushed his tongue past her lips. She sucked on it eagerly, rocking her hips as she felt him beginning to harden. She broke the kiss, gasping as his mouth trailed kisses over her jaw and down her throat. Chocolate eyes were hooded as they looked out at nothing in particular, Rogue too lost in the moment to even notice they were still in the TV room.
His hand slipped under her top, caressing her breast through the silk of her bra. She moaned softly, wriggling in his arms. She was already wet, and now that she knew he wanted her too…
Movement to the left caught her eye, and she blinked-still half-dazed-trying to focus her eyes. Logan was standing in the entryway to the room, smoking his cigar and looking as casual as you like with his arms folded across his chest. He cocked his head, and she saw him inhale deeply through his nostrils. He had to know what was going on, even if he hadn’t been watching.
John’s other hand had come around to her thigh, sliding under the skirt she was wearing and stroking her through the silk of her panties. He groaned, his breath hot on her neck. “So wet already,” he whispered. “I gotta have you, Roguey.”
She murmured an acknowledgment, eyes still locked with Logan’s. The other mutant had cocked an eyebrow, a smirk curling his lips as he took a long drag on his cigar. Was he just going to stand there and watch?
A shiver went down Rogue’s spine, and she clutched John’s shoulders. Her nipples hardened, and he immediately pushed up her top so he could bite one of the hardened nubs through the material of her bra.
She cried out in surprise, and tore her eyes away from Logan to look down at John. He was grinning up at her, the blue in his eyes all but gone. He pushed his fingers past the edge of her panties, his body shuddering and his lips parting as he slid them between her silky folds.
“Have to have you,” he mumbled against her chest.
She should have put a stop to it, should have let him know that they were being watched. Her eyes flicked to Logan, and she saw the way he was clenching his jaw. He could just have easily said something, but he didn’t. He seemed like he was enjoying watching. But then he couldn’t see John. Just Rogue. So maybe he was enjoying watching her reactions. See her get off.
The thought had her skin burning, and her body reacting. She moaned, her eyes locked with Logan’s as she dipped her head to kiss John. She took a hand from his shoulder, sliding it between their two bodies and rubbing the heel of her palm against his erection. He lifted his hips to her touch, and she snapped open his fly to wrap her hand around his cock. He was always ready for her. Just like she used to imagine Logan would be.
John’s fingers pushed aside her underwear, and she guided his hard length inside her, breaking the kiss as her head fell back with a loud moan and he was inside her in one thrust.
Logan couldn’t tear his eyes away. Not when she kept looking in his direction. Her scent is what had drawn him here. She and John had been a couple for years now, but he still had her in his sights. He’d go out and fuck some nameless fight groupie, but it was always Marie’s face that brought him over the edge. Just seeing her had him hard. And seeing her like this?
He hadn’t been harder. The rest of the mansion was asleep as far as he knew, and he was sure that even as lost in the overwhelming scent of her musk as he was-he’d still hear someone coming towards the room. So with that in mind, he spared a glance behind him anyway, double checking before his hazel eyes were again on her, and his teeth clamped down around his cigar as his hand snapped open his fly, and wrapped around his aching erection.
He had no qualms about jerking off to the scene in front of him. He wanted her to know what she did to him. And by the way she was holding John’s head to her chest, she didn’t want her lover knowing her attention was elsewhere. His Southern belle licked her lips the moment she saw his dick, her movements intensifying as she slammed down, and her cries becoming vagaries.
Logan smirked. She was wishing it were Logan inside her now, not the fire starter. Good.
Rogue was a mess. John inside her, and Logan’s hand stroking his length… She couldn’t help it, her mind wandered to what it would feel like to have it ramming into her. Stretching her, filling her. His hips bruising her ass as he took her from behind. She shuddered and her cry died in a whimper at the thought of him coming inside her. John held her hips down, bucking up as he reaching his own climax and groaned out her name.
She held him to her, not looking at him as her fingers combed through his hair. She was watching Logan. Watching the way his eyes locked with hers as he came without a sound, keeping perfectly quiet as he spurted his hot seed over his hand.
She wanted to taste it. She wanted him in her mouth.
The random thought caught her off guard, and she squirmed in John’s arms. She shouldn’t have been thinking about Logan that way. She shouldn’t have been watching him all this time, not while John was the one fucking her. How could she have just done that to the man she loved?
John made soothing noises, stroking her back as he tried to work out why the hell she was suddenly so agitated. She looked down, guilt washing over her at the look of adoration that met her gaze. When she looked up again, Logan was gone. The only trace that he’d been in the room was the lingering scent of his cigar, and her disgust with herself.
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Fandom: X-Men (Movie)
Characters: Wolverine/Rogue
Prompt: #11 - Disgust
Word Count: 1115
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Rogue is in a stable relationship with John Allerdyce, but once Logan has revealed his true 'feelings', her attention is divided.
Author's Notes: The X-Men aren’t mine; they belong to Marvel and 20th Century Fox.
Okay, so here's the start of an OT3 series of sorts. I wanted to explore a different dynamic with these two, and hence bringing in the only character I can't seem to to shake. It's AU, mainly cos I needed John at the mansion without having to explain why he was there. Just go with it.
Written for 100_situations.
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John’s arm wrapped around her tighter, and she smiled as she turned her head to meet his kiss. Her hand moved to stroke the side of his face, reveling in being able to touch his skin. Control was still new to her, but she was lucky to have a partner in John who could handle it when she slipped up.
He pulled her onto his lap, deepening the kiss with a groan as he pushed his tongue past her lips. She sucked on it eagerly, rocking her hips as she felt him beginning to harden. She broke the kiss, gasping as his mouth trailed kisses over her jaw and down her throat. Chocolate eyes were hooded as they looked out at nothing in particular, Rogue too lost in the moment to even notice they were still in the TV room.
His hand slipped under her top, caressing her breast through the silk of her bra. She moaned softly, wriggling in his arms. She was already wet, and now that she knew he wanted her too…
Movement to the left caught her eye, and she blinked-still half-dazed-trying to focus her eyes. Logan was standing in the entryway to the room, smoking his cigar and looking as casual as you like with his arms folded across his chest. He cocked his head, and she saw him inhale deeply through his nostrils. He had to know what was going on, even if he hadn’t been watching.
John’s other hand had come around to her thigh, sliding under the skirt she was wearing and stroking her through the silk of her panties. He groaned, his breath hot on her neck. “So wet already,” he whispered. “I gotta have you, Roguey.”
She murmured an acknowledgment, eyes still locked with Logan’s. The other mutant had cocked an eyebrow, a smirk curling his lips as he took a long drag on his cigar. Was he just going to stand there and watch?
A shiver went down Rogue’s spine, and she clutched John’s shoulders. Her nipples hardened, and he immediately pushed up her top so he could bite one of the hardened nubs through the material of her bra.
She cried out in surprise, and tore her eyes away from Logan to look down at John. He was grinning up at her, the blue in his eyes all but gone. He pushed his fingers past the edge of her panties, his body shuddering and his lips parting as he slid them between her silky folds.
“Have to have you,” he mumbled against her chest.
She should have put a stop to it, should have let him know that they were being watched. Her eyes flicked to Logan, and she saw the way he was clenching his jaw. He could just have easily said something, but he didn’t. He seemed like he was enjoying watching. But then he couldn’t see John. Just Rogue. So maybe he was enjoying watching her reactions. See her get off.
The thought had her skin burning, and her body reacting. She moaned, her eyes locked with Logan’s as she dipped her head to kiss John. She took a hand from his shoulder, sliding it between their two bodies and rubbing the heel of her palm against his erection. He lifted his hips to her touch, and she snapped open his fly to wrap her hand around his cock. He was always ready for her. Just like she used to imagine Logan would be.
John’s fingers pushed aside her underwear, and she guided his hard length inside her, breaking the kiss as her head fell back with a loud moan and he was inside her in one thrust.
Logan couldn’t tear his eyes away. Not when she kept looking in his direction. Her scent is what had drawn him here. She and John had been a couple for years now, but he still had her in his sights. He’d go out and fuck some nameless fight groupie, but it was always Marie’s face that brought him over the edge. Just seeing her had him hard. And seeing her like this?
He hadn’t been harder. The rest of the mansion was asleep as far as he knew, and he was sure that even as lost in the overwhelming scent of her musk as he was-he’d still hear someone coming towards the room. So with that in mind, he spared a glance behind him anyway, double checking before his hazel eyes were again on her, and his teeth clamped down around his cigar as his hand snapped open his fly, and wrapped around his aching erection.
He had no qualms about jerking off to the scene in front of him. He wanted her to know what she did to him. And by the way she was holding John’s head to her chest, she didn’t want her lover knowing her attention was elsewhere. His Southern belle licked her lips the moment she saw his dick, her movements intensifying as she slammed down, and her cries becoming vagaries.
Logan smirked. She was wishing it were Logan inside her now, not the fire starter. Good.
Rogue was a mess. John inside her, and Logan’s hand stroking his length… She couldn’t help it, her mind wandered to what it would feel like to have it ramming into her. Stretching her, filling her. His hips bruising her ass as he took her from behind. She shuddered and her cry died in a whimper at the thought of him coming inside her. John held her hips down, bucking up as he reaching his own climax and groaned out her name.
She held him to her, not looking at him as her fingers combed through his hair. She was watching Logan. Watching the way his eyes locked with hers as he came without a sound, keeping perfectly quiet as he spurted his hot seed over his hand.
She wanted to taste it. She wanted him in her mouth.
The random thought caught her off guard, and she squirmed in John’s arms. She shouldn’t have been thinking about Logan that way. She shouldn’t have been watching him all this time, not while John was the one fucking her. How could she have just done that to the man she loved?
John made soothing noises, stroking her back as he tried to work out why the hell she was suddenly so agitated. She looked down, guilt washing over her at the look of adoration that met her gaze. When she looked up again, Logan was gone. The only trace that he’d been in the room was the lingering scent of his cigar, and her disgust with herself.
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