Wolverine ꩜ Logan Howlett

It was a typical night at the X-Mansion. The students were sleeping, the crickets were chirping their nightly song, the stars lit up the sky, you and Logan were in his room with him ready to fuck the absolute shit out of you..

You had proposed a new idea to him that turned him on more than he thought it would, you sure were kinky for a school teacher. You rarely asked for anything from him, so when you asked him if he could put his cigar out on you it caught him by surprise. But who the hell was he to tell you no?

With that, you lifted your hips off of Logan’s bed, wiggling them to help him pull your jeans off your legs. His cigar hung loosely from between his teeth as he thought about what spot he wanted to lightly press his cigar onto, his cock hardening in his jeans just thinking about it.

He let his hands gently feel up and down your thighs as he looked up at your face, examining your expression in search of any nervousness or regret. But hell, you looked more than excited for it, he was probably more nervous than you.

His fingers reached up to pluck the short cigar from his teeth, hovering it over your thigh. The thought of marking you up for a while made his heart skip a beat.

“Alright, if it gets too much for you just tell me, Bub,” he spoke lowly, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as he brought the hot tip of his cigar down to your soft skin, watching your face as it contorted to a mix of pain and pleasure.