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You have been planning for this for the past week. You and Scott's first anniversary as a couple altogether- it had to go off without a hitch. Or that's what you were really hoping for.

Scott and you had talked about what you'd like to do when the day finally came, and it was pretty simple.

Go out into the city for a while, maybe go for a walk, come back to X-Mansion, and, well...

Have sex, obviously.

That part you had been the most nervous about. Scribbling in your journal what could possibly make it the best night ever, what new things you wanted to try, what he might like... But you had drawn a blank.

You recalled something Scott had told you in the first few months of dating, that you really hadn't considered before now. He had mentioned that when he was married to Jean, she was pretty vanilla. That he had secretly always wanted her to take charge of their... endeavors. But he never brought it up to her.

So you wondered. And you pondered some more. Before coming to the great conclusion that you will dom your boyfriend.

The day had finally come. Your anniversary. All day long you had been practically bouncing on your heels in nervousness. Even Scott had noticed. Though you played it cool.

After a lovely day out in the city, walking in the park, eating at a café, and all around enjoying each other; the sun had begun to set, and it was time to go back home.

As you both walked upstairs through the Mansion, you stopped and sighed, placing your hands against your boyfriend's chest gently.

"Can we go to my room?" You bit your lip nervously. Running your hands over the comforting material of Scott's sweater to ground yourself.

"Of course we can. Just lead the way." He smiled, pressing a kiss to your head, before walking with you down the hall to your bedroom. Once you both got there, you sat on your bed nervously, you were closed off. Scott sat next to you, doing the fake yawn before putting an arm around your shoulder; trying to cheer you up out of whatever funk this was. It made you giggle. Of course it did.

You snuggled up next to him, taking in your space. As much as you wished you and Scott didn't sleep in separate rooms, you understood why you didn't yet. The ink was still fresh enough on his divorce; and although it wasn't messy (just a lack of compatibility over time) he wasn't exactly ready to share his space again just yet. Though he seemed to enjoy spending time with you here, which made you happy.

"Are you okay babe? You've been off all day. My little space cadet." He tried to tease, shaking your shoulders lightly. He tilted your chin with a finger, to meet his, well, glasses covered eyes. "Come on, talk to me. I didn't... I didn't do anything wrong did I?"

"No!" You were quick to cut him off. You sighed, taking his hands into yours. "I've just been nervous all day because... I wanted to try some new stuff tonight." There you were, biting your lip again.

"Oh! Um, what did you- uh- what did you have in mind?" Scott stammered, his ears and cheeks turning pink. He gulped, you could tell with the way his Adam's apple bobbed. He was so damn cute.

"Scotty," You cooed, cupping his face. "I wanted to... I wanted to try taking charge tonight. If that's okay with you-"

"Yes."

Before you even had the chance to finish speaking.

Someone seemed eager. And it only boosted your confidence.

You weren't really sure when you had started kissing. Nor when kissing lead to making out. Or when your clothes had been practically torn off in a frenzy from each other's bodies.

But you knew you had to focus. Take control.

Your hands gripped the waistband of his briefs, which seemed just so... him. And you nipped at his lip as you pulled your mouths away from each other.

"Can I?"

"Please." He practically whined. You have never heard him make that sound, but damn if you didn't want to hear it again and soon. "Please take them off, do whatever you want."

"That's pretty vague. I just wanna make you happy, it's our day."

"Yeah," He swallowed heavily. "Our day."

You pulled his briefs down, his pretty cock slapped against his abs, it bobbed before standing at attention, all for you. It was pretty, pink like his lips, flushed and waiting for some attention. You doubt you've seen him this hard.

He sighed as you gently pushed him to lay back on the bed, you sat on top of him. But then you laughed.

"What? What's wrong?" He was immediately on edge.

"Nothing, I just don't know what to do next." You shrugged, smiling down at him, trailing a finger down the sparse dusting of hair on his happy trail, and lightly up the length of his cock. Scott shivered, something akin to a squeak left his lips.

"I- um, I've always wondered what it'd be like if someone playedwithmyass-" He scrambled out the last few words so quick you barely registered them before he started speaking again. "I mean, I've done it myself before! But, oh God, this is embarrassing."

"Hey, it isn't, okay? I just- wow. I didn't think you would like something like that, that's all." Your hand wrapped around his cock, lightly moving up and down; the velvety soft skin warm on your palm. And Scott moaned, like he was finally letting loose after who knows how long of holding back. "Babe? Can you flip over?"

Scott did so enthusiastically. You both situated so he was facing away from you, on his hands and knees. You palmed at the flesh of his ass, he always did have a nice one. Looked really good in the team suit. You were nervous as you stared at him, you could feel your skin getting hot, the blood rushing through you like a freight train.

You swallowed, before leaning forward, and giving a tentative lick to his hole, and he shivered- moaned, or well, held one in. Scott's hips involuntarily backed up, he wanted more. You lapped at him again, it wasn't unpleasant, just strange. A few more and you fell into what you thought was a decent rhythm, your boyfriend's head was pressed into the pillow his moans were muffled, eyes probably shut tight to make sure no accidents happened in case his glasses fell off.

"Fuck! More, please more." Scott whined, gripping the pillow tightly. But you pulled away, seeing his panting form, bent over and spread.

"Sorry, I just, I don't know what to do-"

Then the door squeaked open.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

Your head snapped back to see who the absolute fuck could have walked in just now.

Oh...

Oh no, not him, anyone but him.

Logan. The fucking Wolverine, seeing you knelt behind your boyfriend, and he had an absolutely feral look in his eyes.

It was so quiet, Logan could probably hear you and Scott's hearts beating in panic. The air charged with tension, fear, and uncertainty.

"You aren't doing it right." Your eyes met, his looked so intense.

"What?" You managed to speak up, your tongue felt fat in your mouth.

"I can hear you both three rooms over. And I know you aren't doing it right or I could be able to hear you from five away." Whatever the hell that meant. You looked to Scott, your eyes wide, but he just panted, almost seeming eager at the prospect of letting this happen.

Logan crawled onto the bed, gently pushing you out of his way, and you honestly weren't sure what to even do next. His big hands splayed on Scott's ass, spreading him apart to view, and he whistled low.

"Pretty." Is all he said before leaning down and giving Scott a broad lap of his tongue. Your boyfriend moaned a bit louder than before, but you quickly realized Logan was just getting started. His laps quickly turned into precise little pushes of his tongue, past the ring of muscle.

What the fuck was happening?!

Your history with Logan, was complicated. He was obviously terribly attractive, and when you had first joined the team you had almost dated each other; before Scott swept you off your feet that is. But now, here he was having barged into your room... and he was about to fuck your boyfriend. Didn't they hate each other? You couldn't think about it too long since Logan's face was pulling away.

"When you do this, you've gotta focus on the little motions like that. Just like eatin' pussy. 'Cept this is a lot tighter." He squeezed a handful of Scott's ass.

"How do you know that?" Scott turned his head, his entire face pink and sweaty. Logan deadpanned him a look that said 'really?' as if he hasn't been alive longer than both of you combined.

'You gonna mouth off to me or are you gonna shut up so I can teach your woman how to do this?" He growled a bit, and that shut the other man up for now. Logan looked at you, his gaze traveling to your bare form as if he just noticed. "You, uh, you look nice." He huffed, he looked almost... shy. As if he cared more about you in this situation than he let on. Logan's hand came up to gently tangle in your hair, pushing your head downwards. "Go on, use what I taught you."

You tried, pushing your tongue past Scott's sensitive entrance, in and out just like how you watched Logan do it. And it worked, Scott's noises grew in volume, higher and higher until you were pulled away. You blinked, and you realized Logan had stripped himself down while you were occupied. Your eyes traveled up and down his body...

Fuck.

He was like a God almost. Thick hair gracing his torso, all the way down, down, down, to a bush that was almost as wild as the man who it belonged to. While Scott was usually more well kempt. He was uncut, that was another noticeable difference; longer, thicker, his balls hanging low. Your throat felt dry.

"Alright, up and at 'em Slim." Logan sighed, pulling Scott out of his position, so all three of you were knelt on the bed. "You," He snapped his fingers at you. "On your back. Since you don't know how to do anythin' I bet I'll have to teach the Boy Scout here how to eat pussy too."

Logan was a guiding hand for you, warm and calloused, helping you find a comfortable spot amongst your pillows while you finally got to see Scott. He looked debauched, but not wrecked. His cock leaking precum out of the pretty slit at the end, like a little pearl.

"Eat her pussy." And Scott just blinked at him, like he'd never heard those words in his life. "What, does that damn visor clog up your ears all day long? I gave you an order." He clicked his tongue like Scott was a dog. Scott was face to face with your cunt, and he gave you a little smile.

"Hi." He whispered.

"Hi." You whispered back.

Scott's tongue darted out to tease your clit, if you could see his eyes you know they'd be looking up at you. He loved looking you in the eye, especially when he was doing something that made you feel so damn good. You let out a little moan, Scott got more eager, his lips slurping at your cunt, tongue dipping inside of you- in and out just like you did to him.

"Atta boy. Now move over." Logan tried to get in line to lap at you, but Scott wasn't moving. "Damn it, Slim, told you to move." He growled, nudging his head against Scott's, knocking the other man's head away from your pussy; before Logan dove in with a suck to your clit.

"She's my girlfriend, Logan-" Scott huffed, knocking his head with the other's. Fighting for a place at the prize that seemed to be your pussy. It was like a dance. An annoying dance for you, since you just didn't know what to do with yourself. Their tongues flitting over your sensitive slit, losing track of who was on what. At some points their tongues even met, but they didn't back away.

Logan's tongue was sucking your clit again, enthusiastically like he would somehow die without it. You felt your orgasm nearing with every draw of his tongue on your bud. He shook his head side to side like an animal, viciously growling against your pussy; and a lucky suck of his lips had you coming- swearing, saying his name. You hoped that wouldn't hurt Scott later.

"Another lesson for ya. Ladies first." He smirked at Scott, his chin glistening, thumbs spreading your hole apart. "Let's give you a taste, huh?" Logan cooed, grabbing Scott by the jaw and he kissed him hard. Tongues invaded each other's mouths, their muscular bodies pressed against one another's. You watched, your head reeling from your orgasm as they kissed each other; pawed at each other as if you weren't even there. And it made something within you stir again.

Scott whimpered against Logan's mouth, the feral mutant's hand coming up to grip both of their cocks together in one large fist. Logan pulled away from the kiss to spit on them both, working it up and down. Your boyfriend whined in your teammate's mouth, his cock slick and grinding against the older man's. Logan's eyes flicked to you for a moment as he pumped his fist up and down them both, before he growled.

"Fuck her, now." He pushed Scott so he landed, bracing himself over you. You panted, the adrenaline catching up to you as Logan's control held paramount within the room.

"I- I love you, you know." Scott whispered to you, he wanted to reassure you that whatever this was, it wasn't comparable to what you both had built.

"I love you too." You whispered back, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. Scott's cock nudged at your entrance, slowly sinking in inch by inch. You were lucky you weren't taking an absolute monster like Logan. Scott was, by no means, small, but the other man... A different story.

You hissed a bit as you adjusted to the feeling, he fucked into you a little bit. Once, twice, before it stopped. Scott moaned above you, and you tilted your head to get a better idea of what was going on; but then you realized it.

Logan's fingers, slick with spit, were working in and out of Scott- prepping him.

Then you felt Scott's body move as Logan pushed inside him. You felt a bit trapped, you were the bread of a metaphorical sandwich right now, but you felt like the heel; the very end piece squished at the bottom of the bag.

Logan began to fuck into Scott, his cock stretching your boyfriend's inexperienced walls; while Scott subsequently fucked into you. The familiar feeling of his cock inside you a comfort. As Logan picked up his pace, so did Scott, the claps of thighs and balls against skin loud in the small space of your bedroom.

You quickly wondered if anyone would complain to the Professor about this later.

But that thought died the moment your boyfriend hit your g-spot. You practically howled out, your hands clawing at his shoulders.

"Fuck, your girl sounds pretty, Summers. No wonder you're on her all the damn time. Can hear you both fuckin' so damn much- had to get some for myself." Logan panted, his hips snapping into Scott's, his breath sounding more like animalistic growls than anything that would be considered human at this rate.

Scott yelped at Logan hit his g-spot as well, a whimpered out "Fuck-" blessed your ears. Scott's head fell to the crook of your neck, moaning and whining lazily as he got fucked, fucking into you a bit weaker than before.

Logan noticed.

And Logan remedied that with a smack to Scott's hip.

"Don't forget about her. You better love that girl, or someone else is gonna fuck her." God, was that a tease, a threat, or a promise? Whatever it was, it worked. Scott picked his momentum back up, his hand reaching between you both to play with your clit; trying to coax you into another orgasm before the night was over.

It was working.

All three of you were a symphony of grunts, groans, and moans. Flesh hitting flesh. The wet sounds of your cunt and Scott's spit slick ass. Over and over and over.

You felt the feeling inside you again, and you honestly couldn't stop it. You came, squeezing his cock tightly, milking him for all he was worth. Scott shouted, his cum spurting into you in ropes, the tension in him was built up so much.

Logan huffed, growling as he slammed into Scott with abandon, before a groan escaped him, his head coming to bite Scott's shoulder as he came deep within him.

All three of you looked absolutely wrecked.

A little while after, all three of you laid in the tangled sheets. Scott cuddled up close to you, kissing your forehead. While Logan was already fast asleep, his head resting on one of your breasts.

"I hope you had a good anniversary." You murmured, your voice hoarse from the strain it had been put through all evening.

"Oh, it was spectacular. Even if we had an... uninvited guest." Scott nodded to the man currently sleeping on your tit. His nose came to nuzzle yours, tip to tip. "You were beautiful the whole time to me. Even if I seemed occupied with other things."

"I love you."

"I love you too."