wolverine and jean grey get it on..

The dim glow of the Danger Room's holographic projectors flickered off as Jean Grey and Wolverine emerged, sweat-slicked from a brutal training session. The air hummed with tension, the kind that had been building for months—stolen glances during missions, brushes of skin that lingered too long. Cyclops was off leading a briefing with the team, oblivious as always to the fire igniting between his wife and the feral mutant who clawed at her thoughts.<br/><br/>Jean locked eyes with Logan, her telepathic senses picking up the raw hunger in his mind. 'We shouldn't,' she whispered, but her body betrayed her, nipples hardening under her tight uniform as she stepped closer. Wolverine's claws retracted with a snikt, his rough hands grabbing her waist, pulling her flush against his muscled chest. 'Bullshit, Red. You've been wantin' this.' His gravelly voice rumbled through her, lips crashing down on hers in a bruising kiss.<br/><br/>She moaned into his mouth, tongues battling as her fingers dug into his broad shoulders. Jean's telekinesis flared instinctively, shredding his uniform top to expose the dense hair across his pecs and the healing factor scars that mapped his wild life. She shoved him back against the control panel, dropping to her knees to yank open his pants. His thick cock sprang free, veined and heavy, the tip already beading pre-cum. Jean wrapped her hand around the base, stroking firmly as she leaned in, tongue swirling over the head to taste his salty musk.<br/><br/>Logan growled, fingers tangling in her fiery hair, guiding her as she took him deeper. Her lips stretched around his girth, sucking hard while her hand pumped what she couldn't swallow. She bobbed her head, cheeks hollowing, saliva dripping down his shaft as she worked him with expert rhythm—telepathic nudges heightening his pleasure, making his hips buck. 'Fuck, Jeannie, that's it,' he grunted, watching her green eyes lock on his, full of defiant lust.<br/><br/>He hauled her up before he came, spinning her to face the wall, ripping her uniform pants down to her ankles. Jean's ass cheeks parted slightly as she braced, her pussy exposed and dripping, auburn curls framing her swollen lips. Wolverine dropped behind her, hands spreading her wide, his tongue diving straight into her folds. He lapped at her entrance, flat and broad, then speared inside, fucking her with it while his thumb pressed against her clit. Jean cried out, pushing back, her juices coating his beard as he ate her like a starving man—sucking her clit, nibbling the inner thighs, one finger plunging into her tight heat to curl against her walls.<br/><br/>'Logan... yes, fuck me,' she begged, telepathy broadcasting waves of ecstasy that made his cock throb untouched. He stood, aligning his tip with her slick opening, and thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one savage stroke. Jean's pussy clenched around him, walls fluttering as he stretched her full. He gripped her hips, pounding relentlessly—skin slapping skin, his balls smacking her clit with every drive. She arched, one hand reaching back to spread herself wider, the other rubbing her nipples through her top.<br/><br/>Wolverine's pace turned brutal, hips snapping as he fucked her deep, the head of his cock battering her cervix. Jean came first, her body seizing, pussy gushing around him in hot pulses that milked his shaft. 'Gonna fill you up, darlin',' he snarled, claws pricking her skin just enough to sting without breaking. With a roar, he slammed home, cock swelling as he unloaded—thick ropes of cum flooding her womb, spilling out around his base as he kept thrusting through his orgasm.<br/><br/>They collapsed together, panting, his knot-like swell from the adamantium-laced intensity keeping him plugged inside her. Jean felt it—the spark of life igniting, her Phoenix senses confirming the conception. Wolverine's seed had taken root, a feral child growing in her belly.<br/><br/>Days blurred into weeks. Jean's powers masked the changes at first, but the nausea hit during a team dinner, Cyclops hovering with concern. She couldn't pretend anymore. In the quiet of their shared room at the mansion, she faced him. 'Scott, it's over. I love Logan. I'm carrying his baby.' His visor hid the shock, but the pain radiated through her mind. The divorce papers were signed swiftly—X-Men business demanded unity, but personal bonds shattered. Cyclops moved out, the team fracturing in whispers, but Jean felt liberated.<br/><br/>The wedding was simple, under the full moon in the woods behind the school. Wolverine in a black shirt that strained over his arms, Jean in a flowing white dress that hugged her barely-there bump. They exchanged vows by a roaring fire, his hand on her stomach, feeling the first kicks. 'You're mine now, Red. All of ya.' She kissed him fiercely, the pack—Storm, Rogue, even Beast—watching with knowing smiles.<br/><br/>Their honeymoon was a blur of raw passion in a secluded cabin. Jean straddled him on the fur rug, riding his cock slow at first, her growing breasts bouncing as she ground down. Milk already beaded at her nipples from the rapid pregnancy, and Logan latched on, sucking greedily while his hands kneaded her ass. She came with a scream, pussy squeezing him until he flipped her onto all fours, mounting her like an animal—thrusting deep, claws scratching the floor beside her head.<br/><br/>Pregnancy amplified everything. Jean's libido surged, Phoenix fire making her skin glow as she pinned him to the bed, sinking onto his face to grind her soaked pussy over his mouth. He devoured her, tongue fucking her hole while fingers twisted her clit, her belly pressing against his chest. Later, she'd suck him off lazily, lips nursing his tip as he stroked her hair, cum shooting down her throat in warm gulps.<br/><br/>The baby came strong—a boy with tiny claws and red hair, named Logan Jr. But their love didn't stop; it evolved. Jean and Wolverine built a life, missions intertwined with nights of her bent over the kitchen table, his cock slamming into her from behind while she telekinetically held the utensils steady. Divorced from the past, married to the beast who claimed her fully, Jean Grey thrived—womb full again soon after, their family growing wild and unbreakable.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>