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not too loud

john walker x f!reader

summary: john is masturbating next to you, who he thought were sleeping, in a room with other people. you offer him help, telling him to finish in you instead. cw: smut, masturbating, borderline voyeurism, p in v, back scratching, creampie, no use of y/n wc: 1.8k

you and your teammates didn’t want to bother discussing sleeping arrangements after completing a hectic mission. you all booked this room to rest before a long drive back home.

as soon as the door to your two-bedroom motel room swung open, alexei and bob had already claimed the bed near the windows. meanwhile ava, yelena, and bucky are assigned to a different mission.

here you are, sleeping next to john walker on a lumpy and cheap double bed, a barrier of only one layer of pillows between the two of you. your back is turned to him; you’d imagine what it’d be like facing him without the wall of pillows, so you just avoided even facing his direction. a form of self-control.

the motel isn’t fancy enough to give you another blanket when you called for it, so you’re sharing one with walker. you’ve got goosebumps from the cranky air conditioner and the hypotheticals of sharing a bed with a super soldier you’ve been crushing on for months.

the continuous and consistent sounds from the air conditioner are disturbed by a rhythmic noise, like soft skin slapping, emerging from your right. you brush it off, not wanting to move since the mission was physically taxing.

after a few more seconds of the noise, the tiny space of the blanket you had was being tugged, the wall of pillows was shaking, and you occasionally heard soft grunts.

is walker jerking off?

you immediately sat up and looked over the wall of pillows. you see walker tightly shutting his eyes and biting his lip, the shape of a fist outlining the thin white blanket right above where his crotch would be.

“john?”

he widens his eyes. his whole body is freezing, not just from the cold temperature but from the embarrassment.

“hey… how long have you been awake?”

he inquires with a slight shake in his quiet voice, trying his best not to wake the two sleeping men on the other bed and not to let the shame shine through.

“i haven’t slept since we laid down.” “god damn it.” “you couldn’t do it in the bathroom?” 

you whisper-shout. at the same time, you’re fighting the urge to break the walls down, figuratively and literally, and sit on his cock.

“fuck. sorry. i'm really sorry. i didn’t wanna get up, and… it looked like you were in a deep sleep.” “unbelievable.”

you lie back down and cup your hot face with your cold hands. walker sits up and places his arm on top of the wall of pillows in a pathetic attempt to appear casual. “look, i was just… hard, and i couldn’t go to sleep so i had to… you know. relieve myself.” “you gonna finish?” “ha-ha. very funny.” he rolls his eyes and faces away from you. after hearing your silence, he turns his head back to you with concern.

“do it in me,”

you whisper as you raise yourself by your elbows. you look up at him through your eyelashes. he parts his lips and smirks, and releases a short sigh that sounds like a forced laugh.

“don’t mess with me like that.” “i’m not gonna jerk you off. i’m tired. i’m offering you help, john.” “so… you would rather i put my—“ “if you think this is a joke, you can just try to jerk off by yourself until the sun comes up and find that useless.”

his mouth is left partly open, eyes glancing off to the side to think of a response. “otherwise, get on top of me,” you offer, swallowing your shame. his blue orbs scan your face, looking for a confirmation that you wanted it as if you didn’t already ask him to get on top of you. his eyes then slowly travel to your neck and cleavage, revealed by the blanket that slid off when you got up. 

“are you sure?” “i’m sure. i’m your friend, and i want to help you.” “we must be a special case of friends, then.”

he breaks down the wall of pillows, a symbolic emotional and physical barrier the both of you have yet to discuss properly. you get on your back and put your arms to your sides. you inhale and exhale deeply to mentally prepare for the night you and he are about to have. 

the careful but quick movements from the walker against the bedsheets emit rustling sounds, good enough not to wake your roommates. he hurriedly tosses the pillows to the edges of the bed, eager to hover above you under the shared blanket.

he brackets your flushed face in his elbows, face only an inch away from yours. he tugs on the hem of your shorts, like permission to take it off. you accept it by helping him slide it down your legs, the shorts sliding off along with your laced panties. you slowly lift your legs up and apart, allowing his already half-naked bottom half to go in between. 

“you ready?” he asks in a whisper. you nod, and he holds eye contact. you both gasp as he slowly pushes his cock into you, your walls welcoming it by hugging it. the feeling of being full of him meets and somewhat surpasses your dirty expectations of his cock.

“fuck, you’re so warm.” he quietly moans in your ear, his shaky breath tickling you. your hands grip the ball of his shoulders, releasing your pent-up sexual frustration all these weeks from waiting for this very position.

he silently waits for you to adjust to his size and for him to adapt to the amount of pleasure he has been trying to reach by himself. you plant a peck on his ear, which tells him he can begin moving.

he gently rocks his hips into your pussy. you bite your lip to suppress moans. your swollen red lips that look sugar-glazed tempt walker; he knows the moment he gives in to his temptations, nothing will be the same ever again.

a super soldier can lift a ten-ton truck, but even john walker struggles to fight the urge to kiss you like you and him belonged to only each other. you mentioned you’re his friend like setting the label in stone.

he was afraid to cross that line by kissing you. he places a hand under your knee to lift it.

“john…”

you cup his face with your hands as he gently grinded onto you. his big and hard cock contrasts his gentle movements. how can a man who could destroy you fuck you so lovingly?

“you like this?” he asks. “i do."

his lips now only a few centimeters away from yours.

“you want more?” “i want more,” you admit as you fling your arms around his neck. your walls squeeze tighter around his cock at the sound of his low voice.

he began to quicken his pace and amplify the strength of each thrust. before you could release a moan and wake up your roommates, he shuts your mouth with a hand.

“not too loud."

he slides the other hand under your back, encouraging a bigger arch by pulling you closer to his body as if it isn’t close enough. your hips bucked so eagerly against his cock, making him want to ruin you more. your saliva wets his hand, but he doesn’t care. he’d jerk off with that hand.

a knot ties in your stomach. your hands travel to his back. your nails dig deep into his skin right under his broad shoulders, like an act of revenge for shutting you up.

several long red marks are left on his skin, following your nails as you scratch his back until you reach the sides of his ribs. he groans in pain and pleasure while still attempting to make sounds in the lowest volume possible.

it feels impossible. the soft skin slapping emerging from between your legs, the heavy breathing, the frustration in each thrust, the wish to fuck loudly, and the two clueless sleeping men make the sex feel impossible. but it’s happening. you don’t know how, but you’re leaving it all to walker.

he buries his face into the crook of your neck, and your fingers into his dirty blonde hair. his other hand joins the one under your back, putting the two of you in a hugging position. the pillows start to slide off the bed one by one as walker’s pace quickens.

“m’so close, princess. taking it so good for me," he manages to say in between his frustrated thrusts.

“feels so good, john,” you whisper, bringing him closer to climax. you feel your pussy squeeze tighter around his cock, pulsating as deep and fast as your heartbeat.

“yeah?” he moans into your ear, waiting for another praise. you look to your right to see alexei and bob still sleeping amidst the debauchery on your bed. alexei’s snoring was a signal for you to keep riling up walker.

“you fuck so good," you moan. you wrap your legs around his hips. he hugs your back tighter. you shut your eyes as they rolled back, preparing for the climax.

even though you can only see stars now, your visualization of the mess down there from your slick is accurate.

walker slams his hips onto you harder, fucking into you until he can feel your womb. with each thrust becoming increasingly inconsistent, you could tell he was near.

“fuck— right there.”

he presses his lips against yours, breaking the unspoken rule; you're not allowed to kiss because you’re just “friends.”

he thrusts into you deeply, filling you up with his cum. you arrive at the same time, knuckles turning white as you desperately cling onto the white sheets. all you can do now is cover your mouth with the other hand as walker buries his groans between your neck and your pillow.

he thrusts into you one last time, this being the deepest. you both lay there with inconsistent and heavy exhales, staring into nothing as you process what happened in 7 minutes.

the hug you were giving each other loosens. he props himself up on his elbow, the other hand on your waist. he looks into your eyes before turning his head slightly to the side and kissing you slowly. he briefly separates his lips from yours, leaving yours slightly parted. “show me your tongue,” he whispers.

as soon as he sees the pink flesh in between your teeth, he joins his tongue with yours and presses his lips against yours. his tongue softly caresses yours, both gentle and hungry for more while still inside of you.

“you wanna take this to the car?”

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can't sleep?

john walker x fem!reader

summary: you go to the kitchen for a drink to quench your 2 A.M. thirst. only when walker walks in do you realize you're in your panties and a black tank top. cw: nsfw, slightly smutty, sexual tension, kissing, he calls you princess wc: 1.6k

Your eyelids gradually become heavier from exhaust and sweat from both training with Walker and thoughts about training with Walker. You've thought about getting with Walker before, but you never took it seriously since you thought he was out of your league.

The one-on-one training with him today brought some of his lingering eye contact and subtle bicep flex around you to the point of realization. You don't think it'd be normal for a friend to stare at you longer than one should when you take gulps of ice-cold water during a break as sweat drips down your neck, all the way down to between your boobs. You also don't think it'd be normal for a friend to be where you are 99% of the time, coincidentally.

It's been hours of contemplating whether or not to knock on Walker's door. You assume that a cold drink from the kitchen could wash away that thought. You sigh as you sit up on your mattress and let your feet touch the cold floor. You take a few steps to the door.

The door releases a creak as you slowly swing it open. Your bedroom is right in front of Walker's. You stare at his door, hoping he'll come out and kiss you, but that's just a thought— one you've been daydreaming about for weeks.

"God, please. Make it stop, make it stop..." you curse as you hurriedly make your way to the kitchen. The mess from the game night session from a while ago remains. You predicted no one would clean up when alcohol makes a special appearance in little events like this. Yelena and Alexei had to beg Bucky together to involve a "little" alcohol for a "little change," after weeks of persuasion, he finally said yes. You bet he'll regret saying yes when he sees this crime scene tomorrow.

Cold air gently strokes your face as you open the refrigerator, looking for the can of Zero Sugar Vanilla Coke you hid from your housemates. When you can't see the can where you last placed it, your heart drops a little, so you look in other areas of the fridge. You whisper-scream "Yes!" when you find the can in a different spot. You grab and press it against your warm cheek, making your way down to your neck, successfully relieving some stress from all the yearning.

The sound you've been craving, besides Walker's moans, finally echoes throughout the kitchen: the popping and crackling from opening a soda can. The fizz flows right out of the can, the dark liquid dripping over your fingers. You immediately bring the can's opening to your lips to prevent any more mess from happening.

You've accomplished your mission, so you gently close the refrigerator door.

Due to the lack of light in the kitchen, you genuinely couldn't tell at first whether the tall figure standing before you was a ghost or a demon. Fortunately, and unfortunately, it is Walker. You stare at him like a raccoon caught red-handed rummaging through the garbage. The light from his now open bedroom saves you the extra staring to know who the person is.

His eyes scan your body up and down. You were able to crack out a "Hey... you." amidst your shock that, surprisingly, you are hiding better than expected. "Hey, you." He replies in a tone mixed with confusion and amusement.

"Can't sleep?" "Yeah. Was thinking about cleaning up all this mess to save us from a certain someone's the-importance-of-cleaning speech in the morning."

He lazily points to the living room mess you are partly guilty of. You nod.

"And you?" "I was just... I was thinking about cleaning up that mess, too." "In your underwear?"

You furrow your eyebrows at him in confusion. You immediately look down to your bottom half. To your surprise and demise, you're in your Calvin Klein underwear. That's why it felt a little colder than usual. All you could do at this point was release a defeated "oh."

"Uh-huh... Well, no, actually. I'm- I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting anyone to... come in here at—"

You inhale sharply and take a quick look at the oven's clock.

"—2:42 in the morning." you immediately exhale right after your awkward apology to release the tension on your shoulders. It turns out to have absolutely done nothing for you.

"Right. Of course. You live with six other people. That's just not common at all, princess."

He teases, and there goes his lingering eye contact again. His face doesn't express any disgust or repulse; the corner of his lip hooks up subtly, and his eyes won't dare to look at anything that isn't a part of your body. If you didn't know any better, you'd say he likes what he sees. You both know your interactions with each other after this moment won't be the same again. Ever.

"I'm gonna go dress up and come back to help clean that mess up," you power-walk past him on the way to your bedroom while having one hand pull down your tank top. "If it makes you feel any better, I wouldn't mind if you helped me clean up in your underwear." He quips. "Wait, that's not what I-" You shut your bedroom door close, leaning against it and shutting your eyes intensely to process what had just happened within two minutes.

You shake your head off to save the reflection for later; you have a living room to clean up and a guy who just saw you in your underwear to help. The urge to scream into your pillow distracts you from finding sweatpants in your messy closet. Thankfully, you find a grey pair. You struggle to get both legs in the sweatpants, hopping to your door to come back to help Walker immediately.

You take your final deep inhale and exhale to prepare for the following cursed hours of awkward and sexual tension. You swing your door open to— Walker? His hand is up in a loose fist as if he was about to knock.

"Jesus Christ, John! How many times are you gonna give me a heart attack tonight?" "Today." "Today-- whatever!"

You bury your red and hot face in your cold, slightly sweaty palms. The butterflies in your stomach make you feel as if the universe is bullying you—

"That was embarrassing. I'm sorry you had to see that." "No, I'm lucky I was the one who saw that. So... thank you."

— or maybe not. You look up at him; the height difference between you and him is prevalent now. He towers over you. You could tell from your angle that he doesn't know whether to focus on your lips or your eyes. He's waiting for some "green light."

"You're so weird," you whisper as you lift your arms and wrap a hand on the back of his neck, the other cupping his cheek. As soon as he receives this green light, he places his hands on your waist and silences your lips with his as if he never had any second thoughts about doing it.

His hungry but assuring kiss relieved the stress from weeks of attempting to confirm your feelings for him and his feelings for you. His slightly grown beard prickles your face gently, contrasting his soft lips. Your lips separate from his for a moment, and the following silence serves as an opportunity for the both of you to check if the other is doing fine. You admire his baby blue orbs that linger on your eyes and swollen lips.

You plant a peck on his lips, and he immediately follows as if he had predicted it.

His fast breathing begins to match yours, but you don't need any more confirmation that he's completely all for you; you are becoming impatient but want to savor this moment. You want more of him.

He presses his lips against yours, guiding your steps further into your room by slightly tightening his grip on your waist and walking with you.

"Come on, princess."

His rough hands make its way down to the back of your thighs, just right under your ass. You immediately understood his intention since you had been daydreaming about this very moment for weeks. You jumped and wrapped your legs around his hips, securing your arms around his neck. He catches you effortlessly and carries you like you weigh nothing. He adjusts the way he's holding you one last time, and you can't help but release a chuckle-sigh; it's as if he's flexing his strength even at a time like this.

You press your lips against him while a hand combs through his blonde hair. You could feel a super soldier trying to fight a smile so the kiss wouldn't break. He swiftly shuts the door with one foot and makes his way to your queen-sized bed that he "mistakenly ordered," never breaking the kiss.

He gently lowers you onto the bed, his tight navy Henley and your tank top rustling against the linen sheets. He breaks the kiss to hurriedly take his top and your grey sweatpants off, meeting your Calvin Klein underwear once again. He lowers himself to be face-to-face with you, the tent building up in his pants grazing your clothed pussy. You release a moan, and he takes the opportunity to join his tongue with yours.

His arm supports his entire body up; the other goes under your back in an attempt to pull you closer to his body as if it isn't already. You wrap your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck.

He separates the kiss, only a string of saliva connecting your lips with his.

"Vanilla coke?" he asks through a smile.

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in secret (tbc)

gob bluth x f!reader

summary: you're seated next to gob at the bluth company's fundraiser. after a long night of gob being hit on by women at the party, you get a little jealous. you get back at him through his brother michael. cw: slightly nsfw, teasing under the table, jealousy, fwb dynamic

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you’re about to see him again. this time, at his family's company’s fundraiser. you go to work everyday with his brother, but your boss is unaware of the unspoken relationship you have with his hot older brother.

your hair stands up noticing the few heads that turned the moment you step foot into the party. there was one particular face that quickened the pace of your heart beat.

your eyes lock with gob's. the first to look away would be considered the loser between the two of you, but you’d be lying if you said gob isn’t the first person you go to when you're on your break. you’re the loser, but you have never met a man as sleazy, horny, self-absorbed, and arrogant as gob bluth. still, you can't deny he's good in bed... and in the bathroom, and in the car, and in the yacht. he gives you a quick nod to say 'what's up?' and you return a smile like you don’t know this man. you both stand near the catering service. gob’s face is expressing… hesitance?

“something wrong?” you tilt your head slightly as you inquire.

“no… it’s just… you’re… you look… good. you look really good. god.”

he’s totally not used to giving compliments. he’d tell women they look good to get a quick fuck but your backless black dress that hugs your body looks like it had an impact on him.

“let's keep it professional tonight, gob. i don’t wanna lose my job.” you smile, ignoring his reaction to your dress. it feels as if you’re above him now. “yeah. well— you know what, i think i left something in the car. wanna help me go get it? it’s in the backseat, specifically.”

you’re not so sure now. but he would never hesitate to compliment for a quickie.

“no, we’re not doing that right now." “it'll only take five minutes." he begs, on the brink of saying 'please' three times.

you sneer. “three?” he squeaks.

"y/n, welcome to the party. how are you finding it so far?"

michael approaches you with two glasses of champagne in his hands.

"beautiful party, really. i'm glad to be a part of tonight. i think tonight might be the first time i meet all of your siblings as well." "happy to hear that. i mean, not about the last thing you said. i will have to wish you good luck for that.”

he offers you a glass and you take it almost immediately, even though champagne won't be strong enough to get you through the night you're about to have. michael is too nice, and you and gob both know what you're doing together is wrong. what makes it even worse is that michael has no idea. he takes a quick glance at gob, assuming he's hitting on you, which he is. you know michael feels sorry for you.

"especially for this one. y/n, let me know if you need anything. okay? seriously. we're on the same table anyway."

"of course. thank you for the drink, michael."

before michael completely leaves the conversation, he shortens the distance between you and him to leave a message.

"is he making you uncomfortable?"

you giggle. he wasn't trying to be funny, but if that's how michael saw your interaction with gob, you must not be the only person who thinks gob is that sleazy, horny, self-absorbed, arrogant character from the docks.

"i'm okay, really. i can take care of myself." you reassure michael.

gob scoffs as michael leaves to go out of sight and probably go broaden his network. when was a part of the conversation, you forgot gob had just implied he wanted a quickie in his car. but god, its hard to resist to his offer when he looks so good in that suit with his hair slicked back. you couldn't ever forget about that.

you two have never discussed what you both wanted out of the relationship, if you could even call it a relationship. with that in mind, something deep inside is telling you you don't want other women in this party to know gob exists.

"i’ll see you around, gob. i have an actual job and reputation to maintain. have fun.”

you pat him on the shoulder before turning your back. part of the reason why gob's so infatuated with you is because you treat him like he's just another guy. michael would always tell you about the disaster-relationships gob has had in the past, and the reason for disaster would always be gob himself. him and his fear of commitment and not being in-control.

the least you could do for your boss after secretly having sex multiple times with his older brother is strengthen the bluth company's relationship with its clients. while speaking to clients, you couldn't shake off the feeling of being stared at. it takes a great amount of strength to resist looking around for gob, but it took only a second for you to turn your head to the woman who shouts gob's name as she laughed.

"you're hilarious, gob!"

'come on, he couldn't possibly be that funny for her to have to announce that to the whole party,' you thought.

it looked like she was having the time of her life, clinging onto gob's arm and playfully hitting him like that. that should've been you. your body starts to feel cold, but your face is heating up. a familiar feeling starts to disturb you. you know you'll start making bad choices as soon as you realize the emotion you're currently feeling.

jealousy. you want to get back at him. you'll let any man, even michael, to touch you for a quick second just for gob to realize what he's missing. you just have to time it right, then he'll see.

it's wrong. you know it's wrong, but it'll just take a second. michael's finally alone, and you know exactly where gob is. your feet starts to numb from all the standing and walking on your high heels, but it'll only take a second. you finally approach michael.

"hey you. look who's been working so hard." a smile grows on michael's face. he lifts his hand up, waiting for your high five. of course, you rush to high five him.

"thank you, thank you. i see you too, michael. you just don't stop working, do you?"

he chuckles and looks down. it's his way of agreeing with what you say.

"i get that a lot."

there it is again, that feeling. it's telling you someone's staring at you. your 'plan' is working.

"we don't talk a lot about our personal lives." "except when you talk to me about your… interesting siblings." "that, i'm still sorry about." michael assures. "no, don't be. they’re not your fault. i'd go crazy too."

if only michael knew you have already gone crazy because of his sibling. after all the feeling of guilt and jealousy from your first glass of champagne to the fifth, a conversation with michael served as the actual refresher— to the point where you don't realize 15 minutes has already passed.

"right, the program's about to start. we should take our seats. you coming with me or do you still want to break off your legs standing on those heels all night?" michael reaches a hand out to you, waiting for your response. he knows you've been working hard all night and you needed support, both physically and mentally. "definitely coming with you," you gently place your hand on his and gently pull up your long dress by your hip with the other hand. you couldn't take your eyes off the floor knowing you might trip on your own dress. maybe also the fact that you might lock eyes with gob again.

but you're already way over that. your eyes widen seeing gob's already sat at the table you were assigned to. he won't even look at you, he was too busy playing with the corner of his table napkin... even when you made sure to spray 2 more times than your usual amount of perfume so you could make a lasting impression. michael squeezes your hand as he helps you take the vacant seat next to gob, signaling he'll have to leave for a while to host. you nod and smile at him, mouthing 'good luck.'

"i know what you're doing." gob mutters.

if he's not turning to look at you, you wouldn't dare move a single inch for him.

"what are you talking about?" "michael? really?" "what about the guy i go to work with everyday?"

he sighs and crosses his arms in return like he's throwing tantrums because his crush won't give attention to him and only him. it's unfair. you don't even know where gob goes when you're not with him, and it's not like you're in a relationship with him. it's just casual, that's what you both non-verbally agreed on ever since you started working with michael.

the lights dim and the sounds of jazz weakens. it's dark and everyone's looking at the stage, you wouldn't want to miss the opportunity; you gently place a hand on gob's thigh while expecting for him to remove your hand and doing the same to you instead.

all he did was slightly change the way he sat instead, manspreading even more, 'submitting' his thigh to you. as the hosts on stage were introducing themselves, your hand slowly caresses his thigh, slowly traveling up to his inner thigh. you graze his clothed crotch for a second, making him take a sharp breath. if it weren't for the tablecloth you'd have been caught by now.

"you okay, gob?" you tease, moving your face closer to his to inquire. "i’m okay.” he purses his lips and hums in response, facing your way a little until his lips are only a few inches away from a kiss with you that you’ve both been craving ever since the two of you got here.

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man this would be a great michael bluth oneshot

popular children’s tv show hostess!reader x single father!character whose kid is obsessed with your show and begs for tickets for a live viewing and for your meet n greet package 🙂‍↕️ the kid’s mom wants nothing to do with them, thinking that having a kid ruined what was supposed to be the best years of her life (her 20s)

character is genuinely a good father; he’s only focused on his child and work. while getting roped into celebratory drinks at a club after work, he’s trying to sneak away to get back home, but he ends up running into you instead!!! he instantly recognizes you, but before he can say anything, you’re shushing him, telling him that with the nature of your job, you can’t be seen at a place like this or even stirring up rumors by being seen with a potential boyfriend. when you panic, thinking anyone could see you two conversing so closely, you pull him into a private room you had booked so you could drink alone and have a pity party in. one thing leads to another, and suddenly, he finds himself adding you to the list of things he’s focused on.

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do people still watch arrested development?? i wanna make gob bluth smuts but i don't think there are much readers LOLOL

[pnutjlly]

play fighting

logan howlett x f!reader

you're working late at night grading essays in the living room of X's mansion. Logan wants to help wake you by "testing" your combat abilities. wc: 1.6k warning: slightly nsfw fluff

Ororo has already warned you to stop drinking coffee at such a late time, but these essays cannot grade themselves. It's not ideal to always have your heart racing from the caffeine mixed with lewd thoughts about Logan.

The busy schedule you had only let you exchange shy smiles with Logan in the hallways. When you try to speak with him, a student suddenly needs help understanding a book.

You don't get to watch TV in the living room while grading papers often; it's always the last to leave in the professor's space. Fortunately, your students enjoy your class; most get As. Yawning, you stretch your arms and throw your head back. Your head rests on the couch. You try to fight off closing your eyelids completely. You know you'll be knocked out when you close your eyelids.

"You're working too hard." a familiar voice emerges from behind. You can tell Logan was adjusting his volume to a level that wasn't enough to disturb the sleeping students but sufficient for you to hear. You tilt your head to the side, unable to move your body. Logan's face is what you need to see to keep going.

"Can't sleep?" you ask. He slowly walks towards you with a beer in hand. Considering Xavier doesn't allow alcohol in this school, Logan keeps surprising you. He replies with a hum as a way of saying "yes."

He sits dangerously close next to you. Your thighs are touching each other, and no one's mentioning it. You could tell you both didn't want to, as you didn't want this moment to end. It's been too long since you've last felt Logan's warmth. No one would mention the tension, but everyone can feel it.

You lay your head on his shoulders, warming up to the crook of his neck. He adjusts to be closer to you and takes a sip from his bottle to ease the pressure.

"Maybe you oughta rest," he whispers to your ear, taking this as an opportunity to sniff your cherry-scented shampoo. "I need all these papers graded by today to introduce a new topic tomorrow."

A brief moment of silence follows between you two, continuing to watch the TV. It was not awkward; it was gratifying. You could feel your energy come back just from Logan's touch.

"Do you wanna…" his voice trails off, making you spring slightly from your seat as you turn your head to face him and stare.

"Logan," you call out his name, shaking your head slowly. "What? No, no. Whatever you got on your mind right now, that's not what I'm tryna…" he sighs and averts his gaze for a moment as if he's trying to come up with something to say to rid of the awkwardness.

"How's your combat? Can you still throw a punch?" he questions, knowing you haven't been in actual battle for a while. You've been more focused on caring for the kids while the whole team is off caring for mutants who haven't yet found care. 

"No way. I'm not fighting you. Especially not here," you reply. You'd love to appear serious right now, but the grin expanding on Logan's face removes all the power you have to fight off your smile muscles. He chuckled, sat his beer on the wooden table, and stood up.

"Come on. It won't be a real fight. This'll just help wake you up." he reaches a hand out to you. That smirk on his face mocks you because you know you'll always say yes to it. Hesitating to give your hand, he pumps his eyebrow twice. He knows you want it.

And so you do. He pulls you up gently, supporting you back on your feet. "Now, throw some at me. Show me how you do it," he positions himself to defend the rest of his body, arms up, feet apart, and ready to catch you.

"I'm not going to actually punch you, Logan." you reiterate, placing your hands on your hips. "I know. Just practice with me, will ya?"

You feel the smile on your face grow more prominent as you position yourself to throw punches. Even if you were to throw actual punches, it'd be nothing to Logan. But for the sake of intense sexual tension, you're willing to play this game.

You stare at each other with eyes that say, "I want to have sex with you right here and now, but we can't because we might wake everyone sleeping."

You throw a pretend punch aimed at his stomach, and he shields it perfectly with his arm. "Let's go, princess," he says sing-songy.

You throw another soft punch aimed at his shoulder. Once again, he caught it in time with his hand. It wasn't intentional for you to actually hit him, but it felt like you punched stone playfully.

"You scared?" he pokes your stomach hastily. Your reaction time wasn't good enough to defend that silly attack. Still, all you could react with was giggles you attempted to keep in to not awaken anyone. It proves to be challenging when you are predicting you'll lose.

"No." you attempt to sound out in between your laughs. You couldn't throw any more pretend punches. It's like your own stomach is fighting you.

"No?" he tilts his head, flashing a smug smile at you. 

The laughter was too much to handle, and you had to bring your arms down to stop yourself from laughing. Your hand grabs onto your stomach, and the other covers your mouth, making yourself completely open to his attacks. One thing leads to another, and there's a 100% chance he'll attack you with something worse.

He lunges at you quickly, your whole body up against his. It felt like hugging a big bear. His chest was rigid, but his warmth made up for it. His hands would constantly switch spots on your torso to tickle you. 

"Logan, I swear–" you pleaded, but you couldn't tell him to stop. A million butterflies swirling up in your stomach combined with his embrace could almost kill you. You wouldn't be surprised if some student were to get up and see what was happening in the living room. You raise your hands to push yourself away from him, but he pulls you closer and turns you around.

"Surely, that's not the best you can do. You should really come and train with me," he mumbles in your ear, tickling you even more. You feel his breath against the back of your neck. What's more interesting is that you feel something poking you from behind.

Your body's strength slowly starts to fade away; it tells you you should completely submit yourself to Logan. You fall back down on the couch, protecting your body with your hands, but he can still reach every spot you cover and don't cover. "Okay, okay, that's enough. We might wake someone up," you warn him as he looks down at you.

He slowly reaches down until your body is between his arms, and his body is between your legs. Though this isn't the first time being this physically close to Logan, having him between your legs is a new sensation.

"You're the one making noise over here. I just wanted to help wake you up, and this is how you repay me," he remarks, his face only a few inches from yours.

You hoped nobody would catch the both of you in this position. At the same time, you did want to get caught. Maybe then, people would say you both only belong to each other. That's what you want. 

He presses his lips against yours. You could tell that's what he wants as well. You can taste the beer in his mouth as if he intentionally left it there for you to experience. He held you in his arms. It was his way of telling you he didn't want to stop, even if you'd both eventually get caught. You respond by wrapping your arms around his neck. After months of fighting off the urge to jump at him and grab onto his hair while he pleasures you, your kisses grow more starved and aggressive. He does the same, holding onto your thigh and pushing you gently until your back is lying on the couch and his entire body is towering above yours. 

You cupped his face, signaling you wanted to breathe, even if you didn't want the kiss to end. His eyes stare at your right and left, leaving him impatient. 

You slowly collide your lips against his again. He squeezes your thigh, forcing you to gasp. He grabs the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, softening with yours. The heat between your legs increases; you are waiting for him to taste every part of your body.

His lips trail down from the corner of your jaw to your neck to your collarbones, leaving purple marks all over. He impatiently unbuttons your blouse, revealing a dark blue lacy bra with a ribbon in the middle.

"This color looks good on you." "I wore it just for you, Logan."

As he plants kisses between your tits, you can feel him smile. His hands suddenly grope your boobs, causing you to involuntarily pull the spikes on his hair, and biting your lip to resist moaning.

You could easily tell he was still sexually frustrated, even in the position you both were in. It should have been satisfying enough, but he didn't want to push you. Logan isn't naturally gentle, but the fact that he still tries to makes you fall in love with him even more. A laugh you weren't expecting comes out of your mouth.

"What's wrong? Am I doing it wrong?" he slightly panics. You shook your head no and combed his fluffy hair with your fingers. "You're good at this." you compliment, leaving him speechless momentarily. He releases a sigh of relief and shows you an introverted smile.

"Looks like we tied."

You both quickly turn your head to where you hear someone clear their throat.

"Hey, Scott. You… can't sleep too?" Logan asks with a smile.