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Magic Man

70s Logan Howlett X F! Virgin Reader

Try, try, try to understand, he's a magic man

A/N: This man bout to risk the whole future for some pussy.

Anyway big thanks to the lovely @damimami1994 who has been like a cheerleader for me and read this fic so many times I lost count and helped me so much!!!! <3

Warnings: MAJOR SMUT. 16K+ Word Count, reader is 20+ college student, loss of virginity, logans a goddamn menace, creepy dude flirts and gets rough with reader, reader doesn't really have a survival instinct (its the 70s) , unprotected piv, handjob, F! Oral recieving, fingering, missionary + doggy (yay!), logan is NOT beating pervert allegations, overbearing mother (tbh i can't blame her), 1 (one) booty smack, logans dirty talking off the roof, cum eating?, mutant politics kinda, reader smokes a few times, some fluff, and aftercare

Magic Man - Heart

“Where the bloody hell are you going now?” Logan glanced back at Charles, who stared at him with crossed arms and an indignant look on his face. “We leave in the morning, Logan. You are the one wanting to pull off this heist.” “Don’t worry, I’ll be back before then.” “Yeah?” “Yeah. Got something pressing.” “More than saving the future?” Logan smirked, “I’m going to see my girl. See ya later.”

“Yeah can I get a uuuuuh…..Toms Triple Decker Burger- but leave out the lettuce, tomato, all the healthy crap, can you do that darling?”

You forced a smile. “I sure can! just bacon and cheese then?”

“Yeah sweetheart….a side of these uh…Toms extra cheesy cheese fries too. And a diet coke.”

“That’ll be all?”

“And your number?”

Your smile dropped, and you quickly replaced it- more forced than usual. Your skin crawled at the look that your customer was giving you. Greasy, twice older than you, and had his two kids at the table with him- both staring at you with confusion. An awkward laugh escaped you as you finished writing down his order.

“Not on the menu sir. But thank you-” You gave him a polite nod, then smiled at his poor kids before turning to walk away, ripping the order off your notepad and shoving the notepad and pen into your apron and making a face of actual disgust at your coworkers who watched you with amusement.

“How bad was he?”

“Asked for my number in front of his kids.” You scoffed, handing it to your fellow waitress, Maria, to take to the cook.

“Why it always the greasy ones?” Kim sighs.

“As if you wouldn’t.” Maria teased her, “Remember Arthur?”

“Arthur was nice!” Kim remarks, her nasally voice becoming high-pitched in her defense. “He was a good father,”

“He was a good husband too, till you came around.”

You laughed, shaking your head while Kim huffs around.

“Oh, by the way….” Maria shot you her msichevous look. “ you’re very popular today.” Maria leans onto the table and nods to something behind you. Her voice turns low and saccherine. “That handsome fellow has been watching you for a while. Tried to get his order but he waved me off- Staring at you.” She poked at your shoulder with her manicured nail. A her painted lips tilted into a sly grin.

You didn’t look right away. Twiddling your fingers nervously. Finally you lifted your head, turning to look at who she was talking about. You felt your heart stopped when you met his eyes.

He was handsome. And he was staring right.

At.

you.

“Oh my god.” You muttered quickly looking away.

“Are you going to talk to him?”

“Me?!” You stammered. “Oh, Maria, no way. I could never. Plus he’s like…Way older than me!”

“The older the better.” Kim winks. Maria cackles. “You should talk to him! It’s just talking, what’s the harm?”

“Yeah, poor guy looks hungry.” Maria makes a mock sympathetic voice, tilting her head and pouting her lip. “Go on, try to get his order.”

You sigh, butterflies turning in your stomach. You hopped off the diner stool, scowling at your friends as you forced yourself to walk to the corner where your so-called admirer sat. It felt like there were rocks in your feet, every step hesitant and slow as you approached him, not looking up until you reached his table.

You pulled out your notepad and pen, “Hello sir, how are you today?” You looked up- your best customer service smile plastered on your face- only it quickly melted into a real smile just by the look in his eyes. He looked even better up close.

Hazel eyes looked back into yours. Chestnut brown hair slicked upwards, mutton chops that ran down to his chin. Broad shoulders and nice hands. A nose you wanted to nip and lips you wanted to kiss. You couldn’t dream of a finer man than him.

“Was wondering when you’d make your way over here.” He smirked, his voice a low rumble that made your knees weak.

“Well… Yeah, sorry about that.” You nervously tucked your hair behind your ear. You hoped he didn’t catch how flustered you were feeling. Fortunately, working customer service is a wonderful opportunity to mask emotions.

Usually anger, but you can improvise.

“Can I get your order?”

“That guy over there, with the two kids. He make you uncomfortable?”

You mouth fell open, as you looked back to the table you were previously at. The kids were fiercely drawing with crayons on the paper you’ve given them- brows concentrated on their masterpiece. Their father seemed to have no interest, reading a newspaper he picked up at the door.

“Oh, no it’s- it’s fine.” You smiled shaking your head. “He was just being friendly.”

“Mm.” The man was shooting daggers at the fathers back.

“Sir?”

His attention snapped back to you. You gave him a kind smile, tilting your head and your hair fell over your shoulder. “Is there anything I can get you? Maybe a coffee?”

He stared at you. There was recognition in his eyes, something soft and loving but you didn’t know. He was intense, you could feel a certain aura of darkness to him- something that should send warning bells off- but it only made you curious.

“Yeah, sweetheart. A coffee would be good.” He nods, clasping his hands together and resting his elbows on the table.

“Cream and sugar?”

He paused, a heartbeat passed. “Black is fine.”

“Anything else?”

“What would you recommend doll?”

“Uh…Well,” You considered the choices. “We have this really good c-”

“Chicken sandwiches?” He asks. You smiled, tilting your head with a small scrunch of your nose- wondering how he managed to finish your sentence. “I’ll take one.”

“With fries?”

“Sure.”

“Okay!” You returned your notepad to your apron. “It’ll be right out.”

“Thanks.” He replies leaning back in his seat. You lingered for a moment, wanting to talk to him more- but you didn’t know what to say, just nodding and turning to return to the counter where your friends were both smiling at you devilishly.

“Let me guess, he ordered something?”

“Shush, maybe he wasn’t hungry yet?” You argued, going around to their side of the counter, where you went to a pot of coffee that was brewing, and grabbed a mug from the shelf above it. As you poured, you snuck a glance back at the man. He was still watching you.

Quickly snatching your eyes away from him, you focused on the coffee.

“Oh, breaks over.” Kim looks at her watch, “It’s your break.” She looks at you, reaching for the coffee, “I’ll take over till you come back.”

“No-” You took it away, tone defensive before realizing your mistake as Kim raises her eyebrows “I- I’ll give it to him. Then go on break.”

“Alright.” She smiles, side-eying Maria who looks equally amused. Embarrassment filled your soul as you sigh dejectedly, going back around the counter, avoiding the stares of the girls as you brought the coffee to the mans table.

“Thanks sweetheart.” He reaches for it, his fingers brushing over yours in a move that felt purposely, he looked up at you as he set it on the table. “Going on break?”

“Uh..” You blinked in surprise. Eavesdropping much?

“Yeah.” You nodded. “Um, she’ll-” You nodded to Kim at the counter, “Will bring out your food for you.”

“Alright,” He sips his coffee. Brows raised in surprise. “Pretty good. Was told you guys had great coffee.”

“Oh, yeah uh…The owner gets a real special brand. He’s a real stickler about good coffee and all. Wants the diner to be one of those diners that can truly say it has the worlds best coffee.” You threw your hands up, before smoothing them over your apron.

He nods, leaving you both in quiet silence.

“Um, well…” You smiled, “Enjoy!”

“I will.” He looked up at you, taking another sip of the coffee. “Enjoy your break.”

“Thanks. You too!”

He quirked a brow, the corner of his lip tilting up in amusement.

“I-” You didn’t bother coming back from it.

You turned around, making a face at yourself and walking away from his table where you headed towards the kitchen, making fists at your side. Why did you have to be so awkward?

“He’s checking out your ass.” Maria mutters to you as you passed her- and you felt the embarrassment dig itself deeper. Ignoring her, you entered the kitchen passing the cook and out the back door- grabbing your purse on the way, scoffing at yourself for being a complete weirdo.

Cold wind blew over your face- giving you a feeling of freedom from your job that you can feel is slowly taking away bits of your soul with every fatty meal you serve.

You found a quiet spot at the back of the restaraunt. Your usual spot to hide from nosy coworkers or customers so you can decompress. The diner back into a vast woods, one that you have explored many times growing up and knew like the back of your hand. It was your favorite place- the only place where you could taste freedom, to be open and curious about the world.

Reaching into your purse, you pulled out a pack of reds and a lighter, picking a cig from the pack and placing it between your lips. Truth be told- you didn’t actually like smoking. It tasted awful, made you smell, and was honestly a waste of money.

Yet you liked the feeling of choosing to do it anyway.

You used your hand to protect the flame of the lighter from the wind as you creased your brows in concentration, taking a deep breath as the butt begins to burn and ash. Smoke filled your lungs- and made you cough.

You stared off into the distance- watching a cardinal as it lands on a branch, its wings fluttering as the cardinal seems to decide it’s next move. Then tipped your head up to the sky. Blue with some white fluffy clouds that seemed to idly float by.

“Shouldn’t be smoking those.” You heard a deep voice by your side. You nearly jumped out of your skin, almost dropping the cigarette. You looked at him with wide eyes, and he just smirked. Reaching over, he plucked the cigarette out from between your fingers. “They’ll make you sick. You don’t even like em.”

You scoffed- open your mouth wanting to share a few choice words for how he just walked up to you and snatched your cigarette away. You stared at him incredously- unbelieving of the nerve of this stranger, but your expression quickly fell and heat bloomed in your cheeks as he stuck your cigarette between his lips, and you could see his tongue run over the end- like he was trying to taste you off it.

“How do you know?” You managed to say, sounding less angry than you wanted, your eyes looking up at him from your stolen cigarette, which was now resting on his lips. You were trying to be accusatory, to stand up for yourself against the stranger who’s presence had now become overwhelming- but your voice was instead quiet and timid. You didn’t realize when he was sitting in the booth just how big he was. He was towering over you. “You don’t know me.”

His eyes trailed over your figure. “No, I don’t.” He says, a moment of hesitation in his voice. He took a puff of the cigarette. “But I can take a guess. You’re a pretty, young, innocent, lil lady, going to college in her hometown, working at a little diner just to make ends meet. You got an overbearing mother, you drive a ‘61 Chevy Corvair, passed down from your granddad. You like art, painting especially, blare your music with the windows down, and you hate ketchup- you think it smells weird.”

You blinked. “Have you been stalking me?”

“It’s just a lucky guess, sweetheart.”

You scoffed, crossing your arms and looking away. Now put off by him, figuring you encountered just another creep- this one happened to just be handsome. “Well, maybe you should go away.”

“Aw, cmon.” He removed the cigarette from his lips, dropping it to the ground and stomping it out with his foot. “Don’t be like that.” His hand came to your cheek, gently leading you to look back at him. He was even closer to you now. The scent of cigars and cologne clung to him, and made you lightheaded. “I can make a few more lucky guesses about you…” He grinned. ”That you carry the world on your shoulders, considerate and kind. You crave adventure. You want to see the world and what it’s got to offer….”

His thumb brushed over your bottom lip. His eyes flicked down from yours, tracing over your parted lips. His turned low and suggestive. “and you want someone that’ll take good care of you, don’t you princess?”

Now your heart was pounding out of your chest, holding your breath, unable to take away your eyes from the handsome stranger who had now completely captivated your attention. He had this arrogant look in his eyes but you couldn’t bring yourself to care despite all the signs that told you he was trouble. You could only imagine how you must look to him.

“What…What’s your name?” You asked, remembering to breathe.

He seemed to pause for a moment. “James. But you can call me Logan.” His voice turned soft, lips forming into a handsome grin. Your knees went weak at that smile. His hand dropped to his side, and he braced the other against the wall as he leaned towards you.

“Logan.” You repeat. “Why did you come back here? Don’t you have food you were waiting for?”

“Guess I was missing your face already.” He says. “You don’t see someone as beautiful as you often.” You pressed your lips together and looked away, bringing your hands together and anxiously fiddling with them. This man was so strange.

You were used to unsolicited flirting, but for once you couldn’t mind him. Despite how…Brazen and odd he was being.

“Couldn’t wait another 10 minutes?” You remarked.

“Clearly.”

You smiled, a bit bashful as you avoided looking at his face. Silence filled the air, and all you could think about was how good he smelled. You could feel him staring at you, unable to take the silence longer- you decided to deflect him, distract from the strange feeling you had in your heart.

“So..Logan, why are you here? Like why did you come to this little town? Not much to see around here, y’know. Unless it’s to lecture me about my habits and ask my recommendations off the menu…”

A smirk at your comment. “Passing through.” He responds, his smile dropping. “Just uh……” He trailed off, and you could see him thinking. “Seeing a good friend of mine.” a half smile grew on his face as he says it and a glimmer in his eye.

You nodded, dropping your gaze to the concrete and crossing your arms.”Who? I probably know them. Almost every knows everyone around here.”

“Ah, you wouldn’t.” He says. You looked back up at him.

“Try me.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You really wouldn’t, sweetheart, trust me.”

You sigh exasperated, and in the back of your head, it made you wonder if maybe it was a woman. There’s no way a man like him doesn’t already have a lady- probably multiple ladies under his arms. It irked you, to know that you’re likely not the first- or only woman who’s going to flirt with today.

You’ll likely never see him again, though.

“Where’d you come in from?” You ask, in attempt to find out more about the stranger- who seems to be so “lucky” at guessing about you. It’s not like you told him that it was true, but you needed to know his story.

How did he know your story? Was it that common? Were you predictable?

“New York. Westchester.” He says.

“That’s a nice area. You live there?”

“Not exactly.”

You pout. He smiled.

“You’re cryptic aren’t you?” You mutter.

“For good reason, don’t worry about me.” He says. He reaches out, fixing a strand of hair back into place and smirking.

“It’s still a little weird you know so much about me.” You say crossing your arms. “Or-” You caught yourself, “What you think you know about me.” He chuckles, silent for a moment- His eyes observing you.

“Your friends told me.” He says finally, letting the truth fall out. Your face fell. He smiled sympathetically.

“I’m going to kill them.” You sighed dropping your arms to your side. Your friends mean well, always encouraging you to do more, especially in romance- but this was too much.

“I asked.” He tipped his head towards you. You looked up at him.

“Couldn’t ask me yourself?”

“You seem a bit shy…”

Embarrassment rushed through you. Only you were distracted by his hand gently gripping your chin to turn you to look back at him.

“That’s okay.” He smiles. “It’s cute, seeing you like this.”

The phrase was strange, but you couldn’t pay attention to that when you looked into his eyes. A pretty hazel color, you found a new sense of appreciation for it- It almost green in the sunlight. You couldn’t help but lean in closer to him. His smile grew.

“Your breaks over- Ah-! Sorry!” Kim stops in her tracks as she pushed the door open. She suppressed a grin at the intimate moment you found yourself with the stranger. You quickly stepped away, while Logan dropped his hand to his side.

His expression held a tiny bit of annoyance, not glancing at Kim.

“Better get back to it, little missy.” He teases you. You rolled your eyes,

“Your foods ready by the way, sir-” Kim says a bit awkwardly. He nods.

“See ya inside.” He winks.

He turns to walk back around the building, and you stood there watching him- completely dumbfounded. Kim was watching to, a faint smile on her face as she turned to look at you. You finally broke you stare when he turned around the corner, and met with Kims eyes.

“That was cute.” She scrunched her nose.

You shook your head, “I’m not talking to you.” you say in passing as you walked inside.

“wh-What? I didn’t mean to interrupt the moment!”

When you went back inside, to your relief- or despair, Logan was gone, having taken the sandwich with him. He left behind his payment, and a hefty tip. You went to split it with Kim, since she technically did half of what you did.

“No no, that was definitely all for you.” Kim giggled pushing the money away.

“You literally gave him the food.”

“Yeah but he wasnt even at the table anymore when I brought it out. That tip is for you. Didn’t leave his number though…”

“Are you sure?” You ask. “You said earlier you were strapped for cash.”

“Yeah but I helped that creepy dad with his kids while you were on break too, and he gave me a huge tip, and his number.” She winked. You gave her a forced smile, nose scrunching in digust.

“Your taste in men worry me.” Maria remarks. “Have you considered a therapist?”

You went through the rest of your work day, it was slow, and when you got off work decided on spending some of your hard earned cash at your favorite shop.

You drove down the familiar suburban streets and parked in the towns square, a busy little center of your small town with a park in the center, and various shops and restaurants surrounding it. As you walked the sidewalks, you found yourself searching for Logan. If he was visiting a friend, surely they would come hang out somewhere around here? Your little diner was just a fluke place that happened to be nearly on the outskirts of town- almost everything was located inside the square.

You didn’t spot him anywhere to your disappointment- his eyes lingering in your memories. Shaking it away, you continued about your day, entering your favorite shop.

You stepped outside of the shop after a half hour of browsing, indecivisely deciding on what you wanted to buy. New records, jewlery, perfume, and a candy bar- for a treat.

Looking at the small park that was filled with people. Children were riding bikes, shooting out in front of cars who lay their horn. Couples holding hands as they walked down the street. Various other folks, playing frizbee, jogging, or just enjoying the afternoon.

Your little small town was a beautiful place- and you did appreciate and admire it’s quirks and people. However, a nagging feeling resided in you- a feeling of wanting to see more. Like there was something out there- Meant for you.

That man, Logan, had hit the nail on the spot for what you wanted in your life- especially right now.

Who was he really?

You thought about his face, his eyes and smile. It was like he walked right out of dream. You hope you’ll see him again; then again, maybe not. Him, with an awkward girl such as yourself?

No chance that’s happening.

You were lost in thought, walking on autopilot as you thought about the mysterious man that was Logan, and honestly, what an odd interaction it was.

You didn’t notice the man you were walking towards, but he noticed you.

“Well, hello again, honey.”

You almost didn’t hear or notice him until his hand went to your shoulder to stop you. You looked up in surprise, and felt your stomach sink in dread.

Your customer from earlier, the father who had more of an interest in a girl twice younger than him, rather than an interest in spending time with his children. The one who somehow managed to get lucky enough to appearance Kims poor decisions and have her take his number. His smile made you uncomfortable, and the grip on your shoulder sent alarms off.

Gently stepping away, you forced a smile.

“Hello,” You say simply.

“You off work?”

“Uh…”

“Silly question.” He laughed, “Seeing you got groceries and all. I’m done too, yknow, babysitting.” He makes a cringing face, as if spending time with his kids was unwanted thing.

“Okay.” You nodded, glancing around for an excuse to escape this awkward interaction.

“Now I know you turned down giving me your number earlier but uh…Seeing we both got free time, maybe we can go get a coffee?”

“Oh-” You forced a smile. “I’m sorry but I’m just not interested, and I have assignments for classes that are due tomorrow and all.” You nod, hoping he’ll take that for an answer. He doesn’t.

“It’s just for an hour, what’s the harm?”

“I’m sorry but no-” You say firmly, turning away to get away from the creep. Only you felt him grab your arm and yank you back to him.

“Why are you being so rude? I was polite to you lady.”

“Hey, let me go-” You try to tug your arm free, but his grip tightened.

“Your generation is full of stuck ups, you know that?” He sneers. “I-”

“Hey bub.”

You and the man both turned your heads, where Logan stood- an unimpressed look on his face. He grabbed the wrist of the hand holding you- squeezing it so tight the asshole had to let go of you, which you quickly yanked yourself away and watched with wide eyes.

“Hey! Mind your business, let me go!” He shoves at Logan who didn’t even budge from his touch, before attempting to wiggle his arm free. Logan twisted it, making him shout in pain, before his other fist come up to his face.

You watched in bewilderment as three sharp and boney, claw-like appendages slid out from between his knuckles, in front of the eyes of your attacker. He shouts in surprise.

“What the hell?!”

“Don’t touch her, don’t look at her, don’t even fucking think about her- or these are going to go where the sun don’t shine, got it?”

He barely lets out a whimper before Logan shoves him to the ground. You let out a small gasp, your eyes staring at the claws on his fist- not even the man as he attempts to scurry away in fear. You watched them retract back into his hand- small bloody cuts that healed over just as quickly as they appeared.

You were so flabbergasted you didn’t even hear Logan ask if you were okay.

“Hey-” He snapped his fingers in front of your face, snapping you out of your trance. “You got your head in the clouds sweetheart, you need to be careful.”

“Oh- Um..Thank you.” You say, blinking a few times. “I didn’t even notice him.”

“That’s what I mean, he’d been watching you since you left that shop.” He says, brows creasing as he looks down at you. “Gotta get out of the pretty head of yours and focus on what’s going on around you. Wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”

“Right.” You laughed nervously, attempting to snap out of the haze you were finding yourself in. You couldn’t get the image of his claws out of your head, as your eyes went down to his fist again. He caught you staring.

“That scare you?” He asks, and you watched his fist clench at his side.

“Well it was…A little strange to see- Did I see that right?” You looked up at him. He smiled, noticing people approaching from behind you. His hand went to your hip, gently encouraging you to step to the side into an alleyway next to where you were.

He didn’t need to be flashing those all over the place anyway.

Your mind went to the feeling of his hand on your hip- noticing how warm it felt, like it belonged there.

“Why don’t you see for yourself?”

His hands made a fist, and you gasped as you heard a Snikt! Revealing boney claws protruding from between his knuckles. Your mouth hung open, as you reached your hand up to touch them- but stopped, looking at him.

“Go ahead, just be careful, they’re sharp.”

You nodded, touching one and feeling the rigid surface. “That’s…” You shook your head. “That’s amazing! And you can heal too?”

“I sure can.”

“Is it…Like magic?”

He smiled, like he knew you were going to say that. “I’m a mutant sweetheart.”

“A mutant? I thought…” You pulled your hand away. “I thought they… were dangerous.”

He frowned, his claws retracted back into his fists. “Who told you that?”

“Well….” You looked away, a nervous laugh escaping you. “You know how the world is. Everythings bad news now.”

“Do I look dangerous to you?” He stepped closer, his voice low. You looked down, fiddling with your hands, stammering with your answer but his hand came up to cup your chin- forcing you to look up at him. “Hm?”

“You…You seem nice.” Your voice was practically a squeak, and he smirked. “I just…You hear all this stuff about them.”

“I know. You don’t know better. Yet.”

You blinked up at him. His eyes regarding you with gentleness, understanding. It felt like he understood you. Like he gets it, everything you feel. Like he saw right through you.

“Logan?....”

“Yeah?”

“I-”

“Who is this?”

Your body and soul jumped at the shrill sound of your mothers voice. You stepped back and Logan only looked extremely irritated.

“Mama-”

“What are you doing?” She walks over. “You- Stay away from my daughter-!” She points at him, but he didn’t look too impressed.

“Ain’t here to hurt her, ma’am.” His tone one of annoyance. He dropped his hand to his side, claws retracting.

“Sure you’re not, you mutie.” She hisses. “I saw your…Your claws! You freak!” She sneers, and spits at his shoes, but he only smirked. “Come on, I’m taking you home.” She snatches your arm, dragging you along with her out of the alleyway.

“Mom!” You tried to argue but she only tugged you to continue following her. “I’m sorry,” You looked back, apologizing to Logan, but he smiled.

“S’alright sweetheart, I’ll see you later.” He winked at you, before moving to pull a cigar out of his jacket. You stumbled, and looked back at him- fascination growing in you as the magic man stood in the alley, watching you with half-lidded eyes as he smoked.

Something inside you stirred, hearing his words. He’s so sure of it.

You were going to make sure of it as well. Initially brushing Logan off wasn’t the plan anymore- You felt like a magnet, drawn to him.

Your mother shoved you into her car, before her heels clicked against the concrete loudly as she walked to the drivers side. She was silent as she got in, keys clashing and her purse tossed to the floor of the car by your feet.

“I have my own car.” You argued,

“Well clearly you can’t be trusted to be alone. We’ll go get it tomorrow.” She mutters. You scoff in disbelief, but she didn’t say another word.

You didn’t say a word either. Frustrated by your mother's protectiveness. She insists the world is out to get you. You had to fight tooth and nail to go to college, to have most of your independence. Some days you feel like you won the war, your mother letting go of her tie on you just a little bit more- but then things like this happen.

It was silent the entire drive home- but you held your own. Irritation of her interrupting your conversation with Logan. Yes, maybe you were curious, Logan was handsome, he seemed kind, he had your attention - but you’re not dumb.

You kept your head high and shoulders straight.

It wasn’t until she pulled into the driveway that she finally spoke.

“Why were you with him?” She asks, her tone full of irritation. “Who was he?”

“A customer. I was saying hello to him because I saw him earlier today.” You say casually.

“So what, he was just…showing you his…Mutation?” She says with disdain.

“So what if he was?” You asks. “You always acted like mutants are sooo terrible, but why? They’re just people. They’re bad people out there too, that aren’t mutants.”

“We’re not talking about other people we are talking this man you’re hanging out with. How old is he? He looks much older than you.”

“Okay? And?” You say. “We were just talking.” You finally turned towards her. “He actually helped me, I was being harassed by another man and he scared him away.”

Your mother scoffs, shaking her head. “Using his claws?” She asks in disgust.

You rolled your eyes. Grabbing your shopping bag and purse, you left the car without saying another word to her.

On one hand, you knew your mom meant well. She was screwed over by your father who you never met- young and left alone to raise a child in a society who looked down on her... There was a time where you two were best friends but as you grew older, curious, and wanting your independence she clung to you tight- but it would made you struggle harder.

On the other, the hatred she spews about other people. Especially mutants. You never took her too serious. The way she treated Logan though- awful.

You went straight to your room, changing from your work uniform into a simple outfit, jeans and a blouse. There was a paper for class due in a few days - but working on it seemed futile. Logan kept crowding your mind. After another attempt to reread a passage of the book your paper was about- you slammed it shut and looked at the ticking clock that sat on your messy desk. It was evening now, as you glanced out the window and saw the sky was beginning to fade, the blue of it still visible, but the evening sun had grown tired and was beginning to set.

You hadn’t snuck out in a long time. A very long time. Able to more boldly leave the house in the past but this time you didn’t feel like having another argument or dealing with the headache of your mother's worries.

You wanted to see Logan, a man who just seems magical to you. He seemed so confident, sure of himself and the world.

Walking over to it, you shoved your broken window up, the frame was uneven, making the window nearly impossible to open without having to smack your palm against it to push it up. It squeaked, fighting against you before you finally got it up enough that allowed you to squeeze out.

You turned back to grabbed your bag, and when you looked out the window-

You’re greeted by the sight Logan on your lawn.

“Sneaking out darling?” He calls up to you.

“What!- What are you doing here?” You kept your voice low, at risk of your mother hearing you- or noisy neighbors who snitch.

“Was going to do some old fashion serenading but I forgot my guitar.” He smirks at his sarcasm. “You going somewhere?”

“Uh….” You turned to sit on the windowsill, looking away from him. You didn’t want to admit you were sneaking out to see him. You wanted to talk to him more, you liked his kindness, fascinated that he was a mutant- but you couldn’t admit that.

Or maybe it was the way he looked at you. Someone to be desired.

“I was thinking about just going out.”

“Why not use the front door?”

“I got into a fight with my mom.” You say, embarrassed at how childish it sounds. You began to fiddle with your hair, trying to style it and distracting yourself.

“And don’t feel like dealing with her more, yeah?”

You sighed, letting your hands dropping in your lap.

“I don’t blame ya. Come on sweetheart.” He waved his hand at you to come out. “Lets go for a drive.”

You face fell at his offer- you probably shouldn’t go drive around with a man you just met, but then you look at him and your mind led you to wonder if Logan was searching for something more than the pleasure of your company- with the way you see his eyes scanning over your figure; and you wouldn’t mind giving it to him.

So you smiled, and nodded. Returning to climb out, you first stuck your legs out until your hips were out the window. You had to be careful, your window was located several feet from the ground. Not a terrible fall but wouldn’t feel great if you did.

Fortunately, you’ve had a lot of practice.

Twisting yourself so you were now facing your bedroom, you began to climb out. You felt his hands on your hips, holding onto you securely as you climbed out, allowing you to hop to the ground safely. He didn’t let go of you, making you bump into his chest.

“Sorry,” You looked up at him, but he just smiled- his hands tightening on your hips, before letting go, reaching for your hand and taking it in his.

He led you to his car, a black Buick- a nice car. You couldn’t help but wonder if he had some money. He did say he was from Westchester.

When you reached it, he reached over and opened the passenger side for you, letting go of your hand so you could get into the car.

“Buckle up.” He winks at you, before shutting the door and walking to the other side.

He climbed in, a small groan escaping him as he shuts the door, and starts the car.

“You need to put on your seatbelt.” You tell him, repeating the same sentiment. He smirks.

“I don’t need it.” He throws the car into drive,

“What, you can heal so you just throw yourself into danger anyway?”

“Something like that.”

You both were in silence, save for the radio that played rock music. You reached over, turning it up to fill the silence. a Led Zeppelin song was playing- one of your favorites.

“Knew you would do that.” He says quietly, a thoughtful look on his face. You looked at him, adjusting yourself against the seat.

“How?”

“You…” He stopped, “Just seem like the type to like this band.”

You made a face, unbelieving of his expression. “Sure….”

“You hungry? You have dinner yet?” He asks, quickly changing the subject.

“Um no dinner yet.” You shook your head. “I’m a little hungry, but you don’t need to buy me anything.” He turned on his blinker despite your words, turning into a parking lot of a fast food place. As he reached the speaker, the cashier spoke up asking for the order.

Before you could tell him what you wanted- He said it. The exact order you were going to ask for. You stared at him in disbelief, brows creased and lips set in a frown. After he finished yours, he said his own. The cashier gave the total and told him to pull up to the window.

He began driving, glancing at you, and then a double take when catching your expression.

“What?”

“I-” You shook your head. “You know what, I’m not going to ask. I’m just gonna assume maybe your mutation includes reading minds or something.”

He smirked. He pulled up to the window, taking out his wallet and paying the cashier, grabbing the food and handing them to you.

“I can pay you back,” You offer.

“No,” He shook his head. You reached into the paper bag, searching for Logans order, and unwrapping it for him before handing it over. “Thanks sweetheart.” He took a bite, as he continued to drive.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“Any requests?”

You shrugged, tossing a fry into your mouth. “Why are you um…Y’know, trying to hang around me?”

You thought you knew, but you wanted to hear his excuse.

He quirked a brow. “The last few times we’ve run into each other is just a coincidence.” He says, before taking another bite of his food.

“Sure…” You spare him a side glance. He showed up at your house. Another moment of silence. “Did you see your friend?”

“Yeah, I did.”

More silence.

“Logan.”

“Yeah?”

“Who are you?”

He didn’t say anything, but you swear you saw the corner of his lips twitch, resisting a smile. You watched him, observing the details of his face. Your eyes glanced around the car you sat in, and went to casually toss another fry in your mouth, still staring at him suspiciously. You could tell he was wracking in his head an answer to tell you.

“You’ll find out.” He says. You blink. “But I’m a friend.” He quickly adds.

“That is SO cryptic oh my god!” You laughed, shaking your head.

“I know it doesn’t make sense but-”

“No, no, far be it for me to yknow…Be nosy I guess.” You shrugged. He smirked. You heard the turn signal flip on, and he turned into a park. It was a place you’ve went to before with friends. It had a big lake to swim and boat in, and hiking trails.

“Heard the sunset was pretty to watch here.” He says, changing the subject, again.

“It is.” You ate another fry as he parked the car. “I would come here to watch it with my friends.”

“Yeah.” He sits. “C’mon, lets watch it.” He opens the driver door, stepping out. You stared at him dumbfounded as he walked around the car, and opening the passenger side. He waves with two fingers for you to hop out, grabbing the fast food bag for you.

He had you sit on the hood, laying his jacket over it and lifting you up to sit. Everytime his hands touched you- you thought about the claws. You didn’t feel a single ounce of danger though. Logan felt safe, his touch was warm, and the way his eyes regarded you- it made you bashful, unable to look at him for long.

You ate together in silence.

“So, what do you want to do, after college?” He asks.

You don’t recall telling him you’re in college- oh well.

You answered, telling him about your degree. He listened to every word, eyes focused on you. He smiled at the stories you delved into, yapping away without realizing. It just felt comfortable to talk. It simply isn’t easy for you to open up to anyone- especially a stranger like Logan. There was an energy between you that fit. He interjected occasionally, his own sarcastic comment or to compliment you. You talked like you were old friends.

At some point his hand reached over, brushing against your thigh. You glanced at him with a curious look.

He quirked a brow, “Just grabbing my cigar.” He says, hand climbing into the pocket of his jacket.

“Oh.”

You watched him. A single claw popped out, slicing the cap of the cigar off, before he stuck it between his lips, lighting it with an old flip lighter.

“Can I try?”

He glanced at you. “You don’t like smoking.”

You rolled your eyes. “I just wanna try.”

He clicked his tongue, handing the cigar to you. You barely under how to hold it- to big between your fingers like a regular cigarette. So you settled to keep it pinched between your thumb and forefinger. Your brought it to your lips.

“Just don’t-”

You took a deep inhale, only to fall into a rough coughing fit that brought tears to your eyes. You gave it back to him, hacking a lung and he reached a hand over to rub your back.

“Okay.” You cleared your throat, quickly wiping away the tears. “You’re right I don’t like it.”

“It’s about the taste sweetheart. You’re not supposed to inhale it.”

“Yeah? I’ll pass anyway….” You trailed off, now embarrassed that you hacked a lung out in front of him.

The sky changed into oranges and pinks, the deep blue slowly bleeding into it as the sun disappeared in the horizon, leaving you and Logan in the dark. Your food was finished, and you both sat in empty silence.

“Ready to go home?” He asks.

You didn’t want to. You didn’t want to leave Logan either. You nodded anyway, taking Logans hand as you hopped down from the hood. He grabbed his jacket and pulled it on, before following you to the passenger door and opening it for you.

“Logan.” You stopped, leaning against the open door.

“I don’t really want to go back home yet.” You say quietly. He smirked.

He brought you to the motel on the outskirts of your little town.

“Stay here, I’ll pay for a room and come back, k?”

You nodded, watching him climb out and leaving you in the car. You waited quietly, listening to the crickets chirping softly outside. You were left to your thoughts until a knock on the window took your attention. The door opened, and you climbed out, where Logan put his arm around you and led you to the room.

He unlocked and opened the door, before handing you the key.

He walked in after you, shutting the door behind him. “One of the nicer motels I’ve been to…” He mutters quietly looking around the room, walking to peer into the bathroom, and then the closet- he looked like he was checking for people. “Should be safe, but keep that door locked.”

He was right, you never actually stayed in a motel before but heard stories- this place, It wasn’t bad, it looked clean with simple cream painted walls, and the typical brown checker patterned curtains and bedsheets and red carpet to match. You look at him over your shoulder.

“You’ve been to a lot of motels?”

“I’ve traveled a bit.”

“Yeah? Like where?” Your face brightened, as you turned to sit on the edge of the bed and tilting your head.

He chuckled, walking over to sit next to you, the mattress groaning under his weight. “Lots of places. Been all over the states, and a few countries.”

“Wow, really?” You brought your legs up, criss crossing them on your lap. “For fun or?”

“Uh. Work.” He says. “Mostly. Some of it was because I didn’t have a home, so I was just wandering.”

“No home?” You asked softly. “You don’t have any family or anything?”

“Well….” He looked at you. “I do. I just didn’t always have them in my life.”

You smiled. “They are now?”

A heartbeat passed, a solemn expression on his face before he quickly turns neutral. “Yeah.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath, before looking back at him with excitement. “So, the places you visited?”

“Ah, heh.” He leaned back on the bed on his side, using his elbow to brace him up and looked up at you. “Few places in Europe, France, Germany, England, some other smaller countries around there. Vietnam, Japan.”

“Vietnam…” You fiddled with you fingers, glancing down and back up at him, “Were you in the army?”

“Yeah, I was.”

You nodded, deciding not to ask more about it. It was a sensitive topic these days anyway.

He continued recounting a few places he traveled. “There’s city called Madripoor I was living in for a bit- for work- it’s in Southeast Asia.”

“Really? What was it like?”

“Ah, this place was disguised to look like a paradise but it was filled with trash. Crime-ridden and everything. It had it’s own charm though.”

“Sounds like an interesting place.” You sounded amused.

“Heh, you…” He trailed off, his smile fading for a moment. “You didn’t-” He stopped, correcting himself. “- wouldn’t have liked it, so you’re not missing out.”

You added that to your growing list of odd things about Logan.

“No?”

“Nah.” He pushed himself back up.

“Well, out of all the places you’ve been to, which one would I like? Especially since you seem to know so much about me anyway….”

He laughs, and without hesitation answers your question, looking off at the wall with a dreamlike expression. “France. You would like France.”

“Yeah? Sounds nice…Too bad I probably won’t ever get to go there one day.”

“Ah, don’t worry sweetheart. I get the feeling you will.” He reached a hand over, placing it on your knee and squeezing it. You looked up at him,

“Must be true, because you know everything about me.” You mention again. He didn’t say anything, but looked at you. “How do you know it all?”

“I’m just good at reading people.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “That’s more than reading people!” You giggled. “You knew I don’t like ketchup because of it’s smell! You knew my exact order at that restaurant, That i’m a college student and..those other things…I know you said that you asked my friends but they said you didn’t ask them anything, unless they’re lying…” You shook your head. “Is this just some…Really elaborate prank?”

“No prank sweetheart.” He says.

“No? So…” You clasped your hands together in your lap. “Why are we here?”

“You asked to come here.”

“Well-” You stammered and looked away.

He smirked, leaning in closer to you. Your heartbeat grew fast at his proximity. “I just- this is really strange I mean…You’re visiting your friend, and I’m...just some random waitress?” You glanced down at his lips.

“You’re not just some random waitress. You’re also gorgeous” He hums. You laughed again, attempting to hide your fluster.

“You’re changing the subject.”

“For a good reason.” He leans in closer.

“Being?” You didn’t budge, even as you could feel his breath on your lips, your eyes didn’t leave his even in his close proximity. Your heart was pounding out of your chest.

He hummed, his lips brushing over yours as he talked. “Remember how you called me magic earlier?”

“Yeah…”

“Lets just say all this is magic. Alright baby?”

You stared at him incredously, your lips just barely touching, and you burst into laughter. “Magic, yeah?”

He chuckled at your mirth. “Yeah, it’ll make sense one day.”

You didn’t stop him as he leaned in to press a kiss against your lips. It was so soft you could barely feel him. You felt yourself leaning into him. His hand resting on your knee squeezed it gently, before sliding up your thigh.

It was like something triggered in you, and you stood up abruptly and stepped away from him.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” He says standing up, concern on his face.

“No! No, don’t be. I just…Realized how insane I’m being right now.” You reassure, and nervously laugh. “God I just- What am I doing?” You looked at him. He raised a brow. “I don’t know you but I just…Snuck off with you like it was nothing?”

“Well…”

“Every time you look at me I just get this feeling like…Like in the pit of my stomach-”

“I could probably tell you what that is.” His tone cocky as he smirks, but you just shot him a scowl.

“Not that.” You scoff. Although you couldn’t deny you felt that too. “It’s like… Like I’ve always known you. I never felt that before. Like I could trust you. Then you act SO weird and know all this stuff and honestly I should have ran away back at the diner but instead I just want to be closer. Now I’m here in some random motel- with you, I only known you a few hours, and it feels right but…”

He stepped closer. “Then why deny it?”

“I…Don’t know.” You looked at him, wides eyes and nerves on fire. “I don’t know what I should do.”

He brought his hand to your cheek. “C’mere. I’ll show you.”

Leaning in, he met you for another kiss. Sweet and gentle- you never shared one that felt so loving. Past kisses felt awkward, forced, but his felt like he knew how to fit his lips against yours. You leaned forward, deepening the kiss. His hand moved from your cheek, climbing into your hair.

His lips moved against you, parting open to lick your bottom lip for entrance and you let him in. The feeling of his tongue surprised you. Warm, invasive- you weren’t sure how to counter it. A small chuckle escaped him.

“Don’t be shy gorgeous.” He purrs. “Just follow my lead.”

You swallowed, heart pounding in your chest. You pushed down your doubts, hesitation, for once you were going to take the leap and do something absolutely insane. Finally nodding, you kissed him back, attempting to return the same passion he was giving you. Another warm chuckled escaped him,

“Hey!” You muttered, “I’m new at this….”

“I know darling, you aint’ doing nothing wrong.” He brought his other hand to caress your cheek. “C’mon, give me some more sugar.”

Now it was your turn to giggle. “That was so cheesy!” You teased him, ignoring the rush your body felt when he said it.

“You liked it though, didn’t you?” He hums, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Maybe….”

“And you like how I taste, hm?”

Your face turned hotter, your thighs pressing together at his words. You nodded in reply. He was impossible, but you couldn’t stop now.

“You have no idea sweetheart, the things you can do.” He mumbles. “Don’t worry about me, alright, because all I am to you is someone who wants to take care of you- alright?”

Meeting his eyes, they were so intense the way they looked into you- right through you. You nodded. Maybe putting your full trust into someone you met wasn’t the smartest thing to do. You, all in-experienced and awkward shouldn’t be hanging with a man twice your age-

But hey, its memories, right?

He met your lips again, and you responded with the same eagerness. Slowly, but surely, you began to figure it out- melting into a deep sensual kiss that made you moan- your body pressing into him and your hands tightening its grip on his jacket. You were becoming light-headed- unused to the lack of air- you had to pull yourself away gasping, a string of spit connecting your lips.

Logan’s eyes looked dark, he didn’t give you much time to catch your breath, his hand came to cup the back of your neck, pulling you back to him again as he captured you in another deep, searing, messy kiss. He swallowed your moans, responding with his own that made your panties uncomfortably wet.

His free hand, settled on your hip, slid up your shirt, cupping one tit and you gasped pulling back.

“Too much?” He asks gently,

“I- I just…”

“It’s okay, we don’t gotta do anything you don’t want to…” He mumbles gently, bumping his nose against yours. You shook your head,

“I want to. I just never did anything…like this.” It makes your face burn to admit that, a hit to your ego- especially to admit it to a man like him who is likely able to get ass whenever he wants. It made you wonder,

Why me?

“S’alright. We can take it slow, stop whenever you want. How about we start with me first?” He smiles. He leaned back, grabbing your wrists. “Take off my jacket.”

You nodded, helping him slide it down his arms, dropping it to the floor. He leaned down, catching you in another kiss as he brought your hands to the first button of his shirt. Your fingers traced over the cool fabric, before you carefully undid one button.

“Thatta girl.” He smiled against your lips. “That’s what this is all about, taking care of each other. Understand?”

You nodded, undoing another button, and another, your fingers working quicker with each one to get the shirt off him faster, anticipation filling your lower belly. He rested his forehead against yours, waiting patiently as you undressed him and helped you slid the shirt off his shoulders.

Your eyes practically bulged at his biceps, your hand coming up to stroke his muscles- you noted that his bicep was bigger than your entire hand.

“You like it?” He smirked at your expression. He flexed, making the muscles, along with several prominent veins pop out. Your mouth fell open in a soft gasp.

You’re not going to survive this.

You traced your hands to his chest, where a white undershirt left it covered, your hand resting where his heart was beating. You didn’t catch the look he gave you- a look of yearning, an ache in his eyes.

“You like your layers don’t you?” You smiled looking up at him. He laughed.

“I’m from Canada.”

“That explains a lot.”

He grabbed your hand, pressing his lips to your palm. “That suppose to mean something?” he mumbles into it. You stared at him a bit dumbfounded by his lips against your hand. He smiled down at you, leaning forward to catch you in another kiss- reminding you of where you both were.

Feeling more confident, you grabbed the bottom hem of his tank, tugging it free from being tucked in his jeans, you lifted it over his head breaking the kiss, only to immediately return again. You pulled away once more, hands pressed to his pecs as you take in his chest- wide, hairy, muscular, you bit your lip and began wondering how the actual fuck you got so lucky.

You noticed the dogtags that rested on his chest. Your hand slid over to take them between your fingers. Two sets of tags, one had his name. “James Logan Howlett” You whispered.

“That’s me.”

The other, “Wolverine?” You looked up at him. A gentle expression in his eyes, he brought his hand over yours.

“That’s me as well.”

“What does it mean?”

“It’s a long story.” He says. “Not all of it good. But it’s led me here…” He stepped closer. “In your arms.”

You looked up at him with bright eyes, and nodded. “You’re here with me.” You say. He smiled, squeezing your hand.

“Now…Want to see more?” He asks, his low, almost a purr. He took your hand, bringing it down to his belt. “You can take it off.”

You stared at the belt, fascinated by the buckle that you traced with your fingers. Hesitation at first- wondering if you thought you were ready. You looked up at Logan, who waited patiently for your next move, and he gives you an encouraging nod.

The belt clinked as you removed it, and then in turn focused on the button and zipper of his jeans. Your hands shook slightly, as you noticed the bulge that sat in the confines- but curiosity only made you keep going.

Tugging the zipper open, you found he didn’t even have underwear underneath. Greeted by a bulging vein and a mess of dark curls that disappeared deeper into his jeans, you looked up at him with wide eyes.

His arrogant smirk grew wider as his thumbs hooked into the belt loop of his jeans and he pushed them down.

An audible gasp escapes you as you take in his girth. He was big. Hair covering most of him. His cock hung heavy, a thick vein ran from his pelvis to his tip, red and swollen- you could almost see it throbbing.

You felt your mouth water staring at it.

“What do you think?”

“I-” You couldn’t think of a reply. He once again grabbed your hand, placing it on his belly.

“Go on baby, you can touch it. It’s all for you.” His voice rumbles low, sending shivers down your spine. Your nails gently scraped the skin of his belly, lowering to his base. You fingers tracing the vein to the tip- soft, like you were afraid you would hurt him. “Here…”

He gently led your hand to wrap around him. You noted how firm he felt, his skin hot, and he throbbed under your touch. “I like it like this.” He squeezed your hand, making you hold him tighter. A small groan escaped him. “Normally, you want to get it a little wet first.” He removed your hand, and spit into your palm, then nodded at you to return. You obliged, and began stroking him up and down. “Good girl..” He breathes, “Just like that.” He tipped his head back, his Adams apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed hard. “Lil faster…..”

You watched a milky white fluid bead at his tip, your hand coming up around it, and rubbing your thumb over the slit.

“Fuck- that’s good baby, keep doing that.” He mutters. His hand on your shoulder climbing into your hair, and he tugged you forward to kiss him. Hot, open mouth kisses, he began pressing them along your jaw and neck. You slowed your stroking over him, distracted by the feeling of his teeth and tongue, a small wince when he nipped at the crook of your neck. You heard breathy groans leaving him with each press of his lips as you stroked him faster- now wanting to watch the end result as you felt him grow harder in your hand.

But he stopped you.

Breathless, he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “That’s good sweetheart-”

“But-”

“Lets save that part for the end yeah?” He mumbles, taking your hand off him. His head fell to your shoulder and you watched his stomach flex- resisting the building orgasm until the tension in his belly disappeared.

“Want to give yourself a try?” He mumbles into your ear.

“I….Maybe. I think so…” You say quietly. You had butterflies, a million worries in your mind over the thought of undressing and being with this man- for your first time ever.

“Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it.”

His voice was like a growl, goosebumps ran down your arms as he met your lips again. He slowly took your shirt off, before returning to kiss your lips, before messily moving down your chin and your neck. You shrieked when he suddenly picked you up, hands on your thighs and placed you onto the bed.

Moving down to press kisses to your collarbone and the top of your breasts, his hand kept him supported above you, while his free hand roamed over your curves.

“Just tell me if it becomes too much, alright?”

You nodded, but you already knew you didn’t want him to stop at all. It didn’t matter how overwhelming it felt, how the butterflies in your belly felt like they were ravaging your insides. You wanted him,

You needed him.

He had some kind of spell on you. He talked to you like he’s known you your whole life. His eyes carried something inside that made you want to discover what it was. His hands, calloused and rough, still felt delicate when he touched you. In your head flashed the claws that he so menacingly threatened the creep from earlier today with- but you felt no fear. He mapped out your body like he knew it- he was a stranger to you but his touch wasn’t strange.

He grabbed the cups of your bra, tugging them down to expose your breasts. Your nipples peaked to the cool air. You heard him muttering, ‘perfect’ under his breath.

You gasped when you felt his tongue swirl over a bud. Then he switched to the other one, repeating the same motion. He pressed kisses over your breasts- gentle and filled with tenderness as he worships your breasts before finally taking one into his mouth and sucking, using a free hand to play with the other one.

The feeling of his lips and tongue made your core ache, almost painful. Your hand came up into his hair, shutting your arms and arching your back into him, desperate for more.

He let go of the first one, turning his attention to the second and repeating the same action. His tongue flicked at your peaked nipple as he looked up at you with a sinful smile.

“You got some pretty tits darling.” He grinned, and heat rushed through your body to your core at his words. Only managing a small gasp in response.

He continued pressing pecks over your breasts, upgrading to small love bites before he moved down your belly.

He hands moved to your jeans, sitting up to unbutton them slowly and carefully watching your reactions. You were nervous- but you were nowhere near ready to stop. “Want me to take this off?”

You nodded, helping him by lifting your hips off the bed as he slid your jeans off, along with your shoes and discarded them to the side. He stood over your, his eyes grazing over you barely-clad figure.

He leaned back over you, slow and careful in his movements. One hand on your knee, he gently pushed it open, allowing him to slot himself between your legs. He braced himself on an elbow over you, his free hand reaching to snap at your bra.

“Lets get rid of this pesky thing, hm?” He asks. You nodded. His hand clenched, and a single claw came out, making you gasp as you watched him carefully tuck it under the center piece of your bra, and ripping it. He then ripped the straps, and tugged the torn remnants of your bra to the side, leaving you completely bare over him.

He towered over you, his weight a comforting- but a significant presence against you. His cock rested on your belly. He pressed a few more soft kisses to your lips, and along your jaw.

“Doing alright darling?” He hums in your ear. You brought your arms to wrap around his waist, and nodded. “Yeah? You sure?”

“I’m okay.” You reassure.

He pressed a kiss to your temple, leaning down to nip your ear. “Fun fact about me sweetheart….The claws, and the healing factor ain’t the only thing I can do.”

“No?” You tilted your head to look at him.

“No. I got some good senses too. I can hear how fast your pretty heart is beating.”

Your lips parted as you processed what he was saying. He moved to press a peck to the tip of your nose.

“Could hear how fast it was every time I got close.” He was looking into your eyes now. “I can smell you too- how wet you were getting. How wet you are now.”

His hand slithered between your bodies, finding your panties and pressing over them, two fingers rubbing circles into the fabric where you clit was. He smirked at your expression. “Panties are soaked. First time a mans touched you like..Right?”

“Uh…”

“Nothing to be embarrassed about.” He leans down to nuzzle against your cheek. “I’ll show you how to be taken care of- just the way you like it.”

Pressing another reassuring kiss to your cheek, he began working down your torso again, leaving kisses to each tit, and then a trail down to the hem of your panties. As he reached your core, he pushed your thighs onto his shoulders, before dragging you down to the edge of the bed with his arms hooked around them.

“Mm.” He hummed, admiring your wet panties, leaning forward to take a deep inhale. “Fuck.” He cursed under his breath. You covered your mouth at the sight of him. “Smell fucking amazing sweetheart.” He groaned. He stuck his tongue out, lapping at the wet that stained your panties and moaned, his eyes rolling back as he licked at it again, using more pressure that made your muscles tense in reaction. He noticed, opening his eyes to look up at you. “Relax darling, it’s going to feel better if you do, promise.”

You watched him return to your core as you attempted to settle your nerves. Leaning forward, he found your clit through your panties and wrapped his lips around them.

“Oh!” You gasped, your head falling back at the warmth that engulfed you. You stared up at the popcorn ceiling, mysterious stains speckled over it but you couldn’t focus on that as Logan sucked on your clit through your panties.

His hands cradled your thighs, small groans escaping his throat as he savored your taste. He finally lifted his head, tugging your panties off and discarding them to the side. You closed your legs as he returned his hands to your knees.

“Come on.” His hands squeezed your knees, his eyes heavy with lust. “I want to see your pretty little pussy.”

You nearly imploded at his words, but he just grinned and forced your legs to spread, his large hands felt warm against your skin, pushing them apart

“Ah!” You couldn’t tear your eyes away. He was looking down at your core, practically drooling at the sight. You saw his cock jump against his stomach, his tip beading more pre-cum. His hands firmly kept your thighs spread as he lowered his face to your core and began teasingly lapping at your folds. Your breath hitched at the feeling of his warm tongue, hands snapping into his hair. His eyes opened to look up at you, lifting his head up just enough for you to see, he teasingly flicked over your clit with a sinful grin.

Filthy.

Your grip in his hair tightened, and he groans, diving further into your pussy, as he continues to drink up everything you were giving him. Only coming up once to speak,

“Taste like fucking heaven darling-” He coos, his beard and lower half of his face glistening with your juices, before returning to his place.

You squirmed, his tongue swirling over your clit in circles. Lifting your hips off the bed, you began to wiggle, your hands tugging at his hair. You grind your hips against his face involuntarily, your body instinctively seeking out the finish you were craving.

“Logan-” You whimpered. His hands came up, pinning your hips to the mattress. He mumbled something against you but you couldn’t understand or bother to even focus.

You felt his tongue delve into your hole, and you tugged at his hair hard- it must have hurt, because he moaned in response. Loud.

The longer he lapped at you like a man dying of thirst, the tighter the feeling in your lower belly grew. Your muscles tensed, and you squeezed your thighs around his head. His lips wrapped around your clit again, and finally you reached your peak.

It was stars in your eyes, ripples of pleasure rushing through your body. Your mouth fell open, repeating Logan's name over and over- you didn’t even know what you were doing, your body just reacting on impulse.

You never felt something so good before.

Just as it ended, you wanted more.

Logan seemed to understand that. He never stopped. His eyes falling open to look up at you as your chest heaved and aftershocks ran through your limbs. His tongue returned to playfully flicking your clit, making you flinch from the overstimulation.

“How’d that feel sweetheart?” He hums, adjusting his position, bringing two fingers to his mouth and began to suck on them while waiting for your answer..

“I….” You couldn’t think.

“Yeah that’s what I thought.” He chuckles as he pops his fingers out. He brings them to your pulsing hole, soaked with your arousal and his spit, gently teasing it. “You looked real pretty cumming like that. Lets do it again yeah?”

He sunk one finger in slowly and you gasped at the feeling. His hands were already big, that one finger making you feel full already. Slowly he began to pump it in out and of you. He pressed his thumb to your clit, rubbing teasing circles into it and smirked at your face.

“Barely got started and you’re already fucked out.” He hums.

“No…” You let out a small whimpered and shook your head. “I don’t want to stop-”

He pressed soothing kisses to your inner thigh. “Who says anything about stopping sweetheart?” He coos. Slowly, he adds another figure. Your breath hitches at the feeling of his fingers stretching you open. “You okay?” He asks as he stroked his fingers in and out of you slowly, curling them to press into the perfect spot inside you- like he knew exactly where to touch.

You took a shaky breath and nodded.

“That’s my girl.” He grinned, moving to press kisses along your pelvis. His words sent shivers down your spine.

He continued gliding his fingers in and out of you, stretching you open. Pulling out, he stuck them into his mouth, sucking them clean with a deep moan. “Can’t get enough of you…”

He leaned down to latch on your clit again, returning his fingers inside you and continuing to curl them, pressing into the same spot that was making you see stars. Small satisfied grunts escaped him as he swallowed down your essence.

You managed to prop yourself on your elbows, tipping your head back,a grin grew across your face. Your second orgasm was fast approaching. Logan wasn’t slowing down, seemingly picking up on your cues.

You heard a snapping noise, and look down at him. He snapped his fingers from his free hand to get your attention, his eyes open while half his face was buried in your cunt. He made a motion with his freehand, telling you to keep watching.

You nodded, your hands clenching the sheets. Your second wave of pleasure finally came, taking ahold of you but just as Logan ordered- You didn’t look away, didn’t shut your eyes. He wanted to watch you come undone on his mouth and fingers. He wanted you to see him.

Your body shook with each pulse that Logan dragged out with his fingers and tongue. You could barely register the drunk look on his face as he swallowed you, unable to get enough.

You finished, muscles relaxing and collapsed back on the bed.

Holy shit.

He sat up, an arm going around your waist and pushing you further up on the bed as he settled between your thighs.

“Looked real pretty that second time princess.” He coos, nearly breathless and face flushed. He gave you a quick peck. You could taste yourself on him, his face drenched with your juices. He licked his lips. “Ready for the main course?”

Without waiting for your answer he sat back on his knees, hands going under your thighs to spread them open further. His cock resting over your pussy. With a small thrust, he pushed through between your folds. A loud wet noise filled the room. You squeaked in embarrassment, your hands rushing to cover your face.

You didn’t know why that made you so embarrassed. It was lewd, uncomfortable sounding, yet Logan didn’t pull away. You could feel him resting on you. Hot and heavy, an occasional twitch before he slides through your folds again in a swift motion. You pressed your lips together- unable to look at him or anything.

“Why don’t ya take a peek, darling? Don’t be scared.” He cooed. His hands came to your wrists, gently pulling your hands away from your face and pining them to the mattress, revealing a flustered expression and pouty lips. He smirked.

Your eyes finally glanced down to where his cock was resting between your folds. He begin with long, drawn out thrusts, his tip bumping into your clit- sending shivers into your thighs as you gasp from the dirty sight.

“See? Don’t you like how that feels baby?”

You nodded, pressing your lips together as you watched him push his cock through your folds. More pre-cum beaded at his tip, leaking onto your clit.

He didn't seem to pay mind to the wet noises your bodies were making together. He kept moving, gathering all your wetness over his cock. He was watching it- admiring it like it was art.

“Look at this baby-” He murmurs, “Gorgeous sight ain’t it?”

God he’s such a pervert.

He’s right though.

He told you he was going to do things, just the way you like them. Yet you didn’t even know what you liked yet. You just knew that you did like everything he’s done tonight, how could you not?

“Logan…” You were breathless. The butterflies raged inside you as you considered your next word. “Inside?”

The grin he gave you was devilish. “Whatever you want.” He leans down to give you a soft kiss, one arm going around your hip to lift you up more comfortably. He gathered a bunch of spit on his hand, using his free hand to lube his cock and aimed his tip to your hole. Leaning forward to hold you in a kiss, he pushed inside.

“Oh-” You gasped, the sting of the intrusion was already too much as you felt yourself being stretched open. You grabbed onto his arms in response to the sting, tempted to tell him to stop, but you didn’t want him to stop either.

“S’alright, deep breaths.” He pressed his forehead against yours. “You can take it baby. I know you can.”

Your nails dug into his skin while he gave you a moment to adjust. Then he pushed deeper inside.

“Logan-” You whined. A part of you wanted to do good for him- to take all he had to give. He just has a lot to give.

“Oh I know darling.” He coos softly. “It’s a lot ain’t it? But you’re being a such a good girl. You feel so good, just give it a minute, just relax.”

He leaned down to press his nose against your cheek, continuing to praise you as he went deeper. You took deep breaths, spreading your legs wider to accommodate his size as tears began to spring in your eyes. His fingers didn’t compare to the size of his cock, but you couldn’t complain. The longer it went on, the more the ache went away and you find yourself melting into the mattress feeling the warmth he filled you with.

“There we go… Feels good now, doesn’t it?”

“Mhm.” You barely nodded, shutting your eyes, and tipping your head to the side. You took deep breaths, still growing used to the feeling of being so full. He cradled your head with his arm, while keeping his other arm wrapped around your hips and slowly pulled out, before thrusting back in, equally as slow. “It’s a lot” You breathed, your arms wrapped around his neck.

“Just keep breathing baby-” He coos, “I got you.”

You nodded, eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of him inside you. He buried his face into your neck, pressing soft kisses and murmuring sweet things into your ear, as he slowly thrusted in and out of you.

He lifted his head up, hand coming up grip your face and make you look at him. “This is how a mans supposed to treat you darling. Supposed to gentle, make sure you’re happy.… Got it?”

“Mhm.” Your lips puckered as he squeezed the plush of your cheeks together. He smirked.

“Course, with me, you don’t need to worry about that.” He rests his forehead against yours, a breathless sigh escaping him. “You ready for more princess?”

“Yeah…” You nodded. Your brain was static- the feeling of him inside made you dumb, never felt this way before.

You and your friends have gossiped about sex before. Most of your friends who have lost their virginity complained about it being boring- the guys they were with not knowing what they were doing. Other friends described it as the most magical thing of their lives- and you’re pretty sure they were lying.

You didn’t know how your first time would go- you expected, or at least hoped it would be with someone you cared about- who cared about you. That it wouldn’t be painful- or a snooze fest.

He braced a hand beside your head, his arm still cradling your waist as he began thrusting faster. A new shock of pleasure ran through you as his cock glide against your walls. Your mouth falling open and your eyes growing heavy.

His moans graced your ears, as he kept a steady pace thrusting into you. Your body melded into his, as your head rolled back and forth- the new pleasure that Logan was giving you was so much. Your nails dug into his back, and you hooked your ankles around his hips- wanting him to be as close as possible.

Definitely not a snooze fest.

“Taking my cock so good sweetheart-” You heard him, “Like you’re fucking made for me.”

A whine escaped you as he began thrusting faster, one hand coming up to cradle you face.

“What’s that sweetheart?” His thumb brushing over your lips. “Feeling good aren’t ya? Doing okay?”

You nodded, shutting your eyes. You felt his lips on yours, giving you a messy kiss as he continued to fuck your brains out- You were in another world, mind lost in a swirl of new pleasures and unable to return his kiss.

“C’mon-” His hand gripped you face again, making you open your eyes. “Kiss me properly darling.”

You pouted, only making him more arrogant.

“I know my cock feels so good doesn’t it?” He cooes, almost taunting. “but if you don’t want me to stop you better give me a real kiss.” He began to slow down his thrusts. The heavy swirl deep in your belly began to fade and you cried out.

“No, no! Don’t stop!” Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down as you kissed him desperately. Hands climbing into his hair and tugging as he returned to his pace, his body pressed yours into the mattress. Your thighs tightened around his hips, refusing to let him go.

You moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed each one with a moan, licking into your mouth, as spit was shared and left your head spinning. You couldn’t focus- his cock pounding into you, while his lips distracted you, and his body weight kept you trapped underneath him.

The feeling returned, your felt your legs shake, in the back of your mind, you registering how hard the bedframe was slamming into the wall. Hopefully you don’t have neighbors.

“Logan-” You whimpered,

“Huh? Getting close baby?”

You nodded, mouth falling open as you tipped your head back, you felt Logans hand press over your clit, circling over it with two fingers- sending a new wave of pleasure through you.

“Cum for me sweetheart, don’t be shy.”

“Oh- Logan…” Your body tensed up, your core felt like fire as he fucked you through your third orgasm of the night. This one more intense- seeing stars in your eyes. You squeezed his cock so hard he could barely pull out. Pleasure wracked your body, tensing your muscles as you silently screamed Logans name- voice becoming hoarse from your moans.

Logan didn’t stop, continuing to thrust as he pants and grunts in your ear. He watched you come undone on his cock, feeling your cream soaking both him and sheets. You felt him rut into you hard, before quickly pulling out. A low moan- nearly a growl graced your ears and you opened your eyes to watch as he jerked his cock to completion- warm cum painting your belly. His mouth was open, brows creased angrily, sweat beading his forehead and muscles.

“Fuck-” He moaned, the last spurts of him leaking out as he slowed his rhythm over himself.

He chuckles breathlessly, sweat beading his brow as he looks down at your fucked-out form, spread open, sweat and shivers running over your body. He noticed you staring at the mess he’s made on your belly.

“Want a taste?” He asks with an arrogant grin, his voice still on edge from his coitus.

A swiped two fingers over your belly, collecting a generous amount of his cum onto it, before bringing it to your lips.

“Open up.”

You listened, any common sense, intellect, pride, was gone the moment Logan pushed his cock into you. You acted on baser instinct- and that was to let him do whatever the hell he wanted as long as he didn’t stop.

He pushed his fingers between your lips as you parted them, swiping them over your tongue. You naturally closed your lips around his fingers, and a shaky breath escaped him.

The taste was different- not what you expected, but not entirely unwelcome either. You shut your eyes, sucking his fingers clean, teeth grazing over the skin of his fingers, your tongue flat against them, ensuring every bit had been licked clean.

“You’re a natural.” He grins. You opened your eyes, exhaustion plaguing you. Leaning down, he catches you in another deep, searing kiss. It shoots down your spine, and you find yourself wanting him again even as your legs tremble and your body wanted sleep.

He must have read your mind, his hand swiping up your body. “Want more, yeah? Don’t blame ya.” He purrs, leaning forward to kiss you.

You ignored the sarcastic remark.

He sat up abruptly. “How about I show you a different position.”

He picked you up, manhandling you with such ease and pushing you into a new position- on your hands and knees. His hand pushed your knees apart, while the other pressed into the arch of your back.

“It’ll feel better like this babe.” He says, another hand going to your shoulder to lower your top half to the mattress. His hands moved again, grabbing your hips and pushing his cock through your folds again.

He’s already hard again?

You admittedly didn’t know much about mens biology. You were led to believe it was one and done. Logan however seemed eager to go at it much longer. The exhaustion that was plaguing you faded, disappearing as you prepared yourself for another round.

Your hands gripped the sheets as you felt him push inside once more.

“Goddamn.”

You glanced over your shoulder, watching him tip his head back with parted lips. A burst of pride went through you, over how good you were making him feel.

Feeling confident, you arched your back more and began rocking your hips against him- unable to wait longer and wanting to show him that you aren’t some naive little virgin- even if that was exactly what you were. Your eyes rolled back at how good he felt, especially in this position. His hands tightened on your hips almost enough for his nails to break skin, as he tipped his head back forward. Watching with half-lidded eyes, he smirked.

“Gonna take a ride, sweetheart?” He hums. He lets go of his hold on you, hands falling to his side. “Go on, show me what you got.”

You continued rocking against him, going faster every time you felt confident you could maintain the rhythm. Logans moans spurred you on, you could feel his hips slowly start to move with each bounce on his cock. Unable to sit still for long, Logan began meeting you with his thrusts- sending a rush through your body.

Grabbing your waist and pushing it down on the mattress, he began thrusting into you- rolling his hips slowly and dramatically with each thrust, making sure you felt every inch of his cock in and out of you.

“That’s it beautiful- take it all.” He moans. He began thrusting faster. You squirmed, wanting to meet with each thrust but he had you pinned. He leaned over you, his chest pressing into your back, heavy breaths in your ear. “This pretty pussys all mine, got it?” He growled. You whined. “C’mon, I want to hear you say it.”

“It’s yours-” You breathed out, eyes rolling back.

“Not like that, tell me your pussys mine.” He demands, nipping at your ear. “You can do it baby, word for word.”

Despite the fact that you were currently being railed, embarrassment rose. You already were so vulnerable with him, and now he wants you to say those words?

They were filthy!

A twisting in your stomach as you urged yourself to just say it. His hand, braced on the mattress slithered up your body and over your throat. He didn’t squeeze, just tilted your head enough to make eye contact.

“Say it.” He says firmly. His cock glides in and out of you with ease. Your mouth fell open, staring into his hazel eyes. The corner of his lip twitched upwards.

“I-” You couldn’t take your eyes off him. “My…” Your lip quivered, humiliation pricking your senses. “My pussys yours…”

An evil grin grew across his face. “Damn right it is.” His hand came up to squeeze your cheeks, forcing you to keep looking up at him as he pounded into your cunt.

You felt another orgasm approaching. You fell apart completely in his arms again, a sob escaping you, your eyes squeezing shut as you are pushed into overstimulation and he still didn’t stop.

“Logan-” You squirmed, your hand reaching around, digging into the skip of his hip. Your eyes opened and looked up at him again begging. A look came across his face, something thoughtful came across it.

He leaned forward, catching you in another kiss. This one just as messy, but sweeter. Tears pricked your eyes from his cock pounding into your sensitive walls, your body was becoming numb. He dropped his hold on you, both hands falling to brace himself on either side of you. He began rutting into you, small grunts escaping him before he quickly pulled out with a shout of your name, spilling himself onto the mattress. You dropped your gaze to the mattress, just in time to see the claws slid out as he grunts. They prick the bed, his hands clenched in tight fists. They retracted, leaving behind only the holes in the sheets.

Logans heavy pants filled the room, as he continued to lay over you, before pressing a few gentle kisses to your shoulder.

“Stay right here sweetheart.” He says in a softer voice. You barely nodded, not that you could move anyway.

He climbed off you, the mattress groaning from his disappearing weight. You heard footsteps, and the flick of a light switch. The sound of a sink running before he came back and gently rolled you onto your back.

He gently cleaned you with a warm wet rag, careful not to be too rough. Your body shook while you were afloat in your after-sex dream world, barely able to register a thing around you. You could feel Logan's tende care though.

“Need some water?” He asks, brushing your hair back gently. You cleared your throat, shaking your head.

He tossed the rag to the side after cleaning himself off, climbing back onto the mattress and pulling you into his side, tugging the sheets over the both of you. Your shaking slowly turned into small shivers, as Logan softly rubbed your back.

“You okay?” He asks. You nodded against his chest - noting how much you liked being close to someone- especially him.

He was warm and flush still from your proclivities. Your arm wrapped instinctively around his waist. Sleep calling your name. His hand climbed into your hair, softly running his fingers through it.

“You did good sweetheart.” He turns his head to kiss the top of your forehead. “Amazing even.”

“That was my first time.” You mumbled quietly, opening your eyes again to stare at the wall.

“Yeah, what do you think?”

“It was nice.”

A warm chuckle escaped him. “Yeah, it was. Get some sweet baby.” He turned to press a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll be here.”

When you woke up, it was when you felt Logan stirring. Drool was stuck to the corner of your mouth, dried onto his chest, but you could barely register anything before he spoke up.

“Shit…” You heard him mutter. “Sweetheart, you up?”

“Mm?” You grumbled, pulling yourself closer to him- Not ready to get up and leave the comfort of him.

“I got to go.”

Your eyes snap open. He gently removed your arm as he climbed out of bed. You watched with fluster and desire as he crossed the room ass naked, gathering your clothes first and setting them on the bed- and then grabbing his.

You frowned sitting up, using the sheet to cover yourself. “Go?”

“Yeah, I got some stuff I need to do.” He says, stepping into his jeans. You watched with disappointment as his lower half disappeared, before shaking your head and snapping out of your lustful gaze.

“C’mon, I’ll take you home.” He looks at you, before tossing some of your clothes your way.

You looked at him, a tad disappointed. On one hand- you knew that he wasn’t going to stay, another man just looking to get his and leave. You didn’t regret the night, knowing it was an experience you’ll remember forever. On the other, you were attached already- he just fascinated you. With his claws and his magic healing, the way he talks and looks at you- like you’re his world.

No one’s ever treated you the way he does.

A bit of stubbornness ran through you as you sat in place. Logan turned to look at you as he pulled his undershirt on.

“Well?”

He waited for you to say something, but you didn’t. A small laugh escapes him as he walks back over to you. “Should’ve known you’d be too stubborn to leave. Never been one to miss out on a good thing, are you?”

You blinked in confusion at him.

“Listen baby, I have to go.” He says in a soft voice, hand coming to tip your chin up at him. “ I got something important- really important to take care of. You- You got your life to live.”

Your nostrils flared in frustration at his words and his smile grew.

“Am I going to see you again?” You ask in a small voice. You wanted to come off more angry than that, but you came out more disappointed than you wished to seem.

“Yeah you will.” He says softly, his thumb brushed over your bottom lip. “It’s gonna be awhile though. A long time. You’re going to go through some serious stuff. You’ll get through it though.” He smirked, eyes glancing at your lips before meeting your gaze again. “And when we see each other again I might not going to remember this-”

You open your mouth but he holds his finger up. “There’s a good reason why- So just trust me, alright?”

“Why can’t you tell me?” You asked.

“It’s a long story sweetheart. I promise you though…You’ll come back home to me.” He leans in, kissing you gently.

You melted into that kiss. The back of your head told you this was utterly ridiculous, that he was feeding you a bunch of bullshit excuses.

Yet, another part of you can’t help but believe him. He parted.

“We good?” He asks.

“I guess.” You say, letting a small bit of attitude out. You had to resign yourself to accepting it anyway. He chuckles, seemingly unphased as he snatches your shirt and teasingly tosses it to your hands. You looked down at your shirt. “You ruined my bra.” You look back up at him.

He just winks, standing back up to grab his other shirt, pulling it up and beginning to button it up while you got dressed.

Your body was limp, tired, and when you stood to pull your panties and pants on you fell back onto the mattress- unused to the shaky feeling in your legs. Logan looked over, let out a small sigh.

He walked over to you, crouching down. “You okay? Not hurting too much are you?” His large hands rested on your thighs, gently massaging them- and you found yourself wishing he would finger you again.

“I’m fine.” You say, a tinge of attitude in your voice, looking away as you smoothed out your pants from wrinkles. Logan smirked.

“After the way you screamed my name last night? I know you are.”

You gasped, shooting him a glare and he laughed, standing back up and quickly pressing a kiss to your forehead. You pulled on your pants with a grumble and stood up, only to be greeted with a smack to your ass.

“No more attitude.” He says firmly, like he was lecturing you.

“You’re not the boss of me.” You muttered quietly as you quickly slipped on your shoes. You really hated how much you liked that though. You followed him to the car where he once again opened the door for you.

The drive back was a bit awkward. While you claimed to understand Logan, you couldn’t help but feel used. No matter how many times you told yourself that you knew that he was just wanting some fun.

“You got class today?” He breaks the silence.

“Um, no. Tomorrow.” You say. “I got this paper I’ve been slacking on. Probably won’t get a good grade. Going to have to work on it all day today.”

“You’ll be fine.” He says. “Hey what’s the date again?”

You glanced at him, “It’s Thursday…the….18th.” You wracked your head. “Why?”

A solemn expression on his face. “Uh…Nothing. Just…Be careful going to class tomorrow, alright?”

“Okay.” You say softly just by the look on his face. You decided not to inquire more. He’ll just deflect anyway.

When he pulled onto your street- there was a sinking feeling in your stomach. Your mother.

Fuck!

You’re surprised there weren’t cops covering the street by now, that your face isn’t plastered on every milk carton and telephone pool in the town. She’s going to be pissed.

You glanced at Logan, eyes trailing over his figure, down to his hands. Your mind fell to the soreness of your legs and core from last night.

Fuck it. Worth it.

When he pulled over in front of the house, you stared at it, unmoving.

“Hey.” His voice drew you out of your thoughts. You looked at him. A sweet smile on his face, “You’ll be alright sweetheart. Don’t worry, we’ll be together again one day. Alright?”

You nodded. He hopped out of the car, walking around to open your door. You stepped out, looking at the ground, before glancing up at your house again.

Your mother stood on the porch with her arms crossed. You merely glared at her back, before turning back to Logan, who only looked satisfied. His eyes met yours, and he reached for your hand, to kiss the back of it.

You weren’t satisfied with that.

Just as he leaned back, you stepped forward to kiss him. Grabbing his collar, standing on your tip toes and pulled him down to you. His hands rested on your hips and he kissed you back despite the growing smirk on his face.

You parted. “I’m going to totally kick your ass if you’re lying to me.” You mumbled quietly.

“Wouldn’t expect anything less.” He hummed, brushing some hair behind your ear. You let him go and turned around, walking up the sidewalk to your porch until you reached it, your mother looking down at you.

“I hope he was worth it.” She says simply.

You bit your lip, glancing back at him. He was still standing by the car and watching. “Yeah momma, he was. He’s a magic man.”

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