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cooking lumberjack!logan dinner on a cozy fall night🍂˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

cw: tender-hearted fluff, husband!logan & clingy!reader, suggestive, age gap (reader is 21+), "in every life" trope, petnames, reader who loves being a housewife!

there are few sounds better then the clunk of logan's boots across the wooden bridge leading to your home. the hefty tap, sometimes made sticky by the crunch of changing leaves laying themselves across his feet, signal the best part of both of your days— reuniting after a long day of work.

you stare out of the window that logan recently painted for you after he insisted "my baby needs somewhere cozy to sit while she waits for me to come home," doing just that. waiting. and you think to yourself, maybe life will always be this good. maybe i'll always be relaxing in linen, waiting for logan to come home, put a record on and lay me down. on this chilly day, this thought is the first thing to provide you warmth as you listen and wait for his steps to come closer.

your eyes flutter closed, the savory scent of dinner working its way into your senses; thrusting you into a world of accomplishment and future nourishment. finally, logan's steps sound out, and a comforting smile breaks out across your face. a smile only brought out by the fact that he's near. he came home. same time as yesterday. same goofy smile and taut shoulders.

like clockwork he shouts "sweetheart? 'm home!" before even entering the door, still crossing the wooden bridge. and, also like clockwork, you fling the front door open and rush yourself into his arms with a squeal, your soft linen dress billowing in the breezy jump. logan, a pillar of strength, is always ready for this, dropping his lunch pail with a giggle as you wrap your legs around him, moving his free hand to hold you up by your backside with a little squeeze. his other hand still holds the axe over his shoulder, pointing it away from your grabby hands around his thick neck.

"ya missed me, baby?" as you pepper his scruffy chin with kisses. "mmhm, always do" you confirm, never letting him simmer in silence. he's lived in depressing quiet for so much of his life, you vow to never let him sit in it again. "yeah?" he teases, loving to see the breathless flush on your face as you confirm. once again, "yeah" before he leads you into the house.

you hop off of him once you cross the threshold, as he always insists "gotta carry you through baby, always my little bride." parting ways for a moment, you head into the kitchen as logan toes off his boots and sets his axe down, untucking his flannel shortly after. as you prepare his plate, you turn to look at him. cold, pale cheeks slowly turning rosey because of the warmth of your home, wind swept hair falling across his forehead as he swipes it away, a yawn bellowing from his pink lips, his hands coming to scratch at his tummy in the most endearing way. and he catches your stare, he always does. raises his eyebrow in mock offense before cheekily suggesting "what's wrong, doll? cat got your tongue?" and you quickly shake your head, blush rising to your cheeks as you walk the steaming plate over to his place at the table.

with a happy huff and content "mmm," logan sits in his chair, legs spread wide and hands resting neatly on the table in excitement. the fire crackles as he gasps at the plate you carry—littered with his favorite dinner, nice and warm for him. "lucky fuckin' me. thank you, honey" he grabs your wrist, a queue for a kiss in his actions. you lean down, kissing him chastely, your hand coming to rest on his shoulder before standing upright, your tummy pressed to the side of his arm—never too far from him.

in your daily analysis of your sweet husband, you can't help but constantly notice his golden ring, always spotless regardless of what he does at the lumberyard that day, glimmering in the soft light. as he eats with his right hand, you run your fingers over his ring on the left, your heart stuttering with emotion. he notices, he always, always notices, and brings your hand up to his lips while he chews. swallowing, and pressing the sweetest kiss to the top of your hand, his eyes widening.

"y'so cold baby! what kinda old man am i? leavin' you home 'n shivering.. hm?" he coos, wrapping his strong arm around your waist as he stares up at you— eyes full of adoration and need. "a cruel old man, honey. meanest of all" you tease back, your hand coming up to scratch the nape of his neck as he chuckles & his eyes flutter closed.

it's silent for a moment. comfortable, domestic, smotheringly romantic in your little home he built for you. wanting to give him space to eat, you start to pull away away, intent on walking back to the kitchen to start heating dessert. but, oh no. not on logan's watch.

"where you goin' little lady, hm?" logan breaks the silence, pulling you back by your wrist to sit on his thigh. the action is so tender that you feel completely captured by the smell of logan, the feel of logan, the sight of him. your arms wrap around his neck as you sit perched on his leg, the instinctual need to be closer to him clouding all of your senses. it's all so safe, you think to yourself, the feeling of being held by this pinnacle of masculinity— kind to the touch, strong to the bone.

the sensuality of his large, warm hand rubbing across your back, mixed with the dull sounds of your home and the wind outside leaves you sleepy on his thigh. logan continues to eat, lightly bouncing his knee when he can sense your eyes starting to flutter shut. "can't fall asleep on me yet, bunny. never get enough time with you, 's never enough time" he laments, holding your sleepy jaw in his hand as you nod blearily.

he finishes dinner quickly, essentially inhaling his plate; something you've instructed him not to do, time and time again. he kisses the sides of your neck, beard tickling you as you yawn, looking up at your man. "there's my girl.. hi honey" logan tuts, hand coming up to run through your hair comfortingly. "mm.. dessert... 's in the kitchen, lo" you whisper out, succumbing to the casual dominance of your husband. "'m okay, doll." he replies, thumb running across your chin and cheeks as he gazes at you— his peace.

your eyes fly open, abandoning the sleepy den of logan's arms for a moment. no dessert? was he fired? did something happen at work? he never says no to one of your pies or brownies! sensing your confusion, he runs his thumb over the furrow of your brow with a smile, "well, there's no need to go to the kitchen for my dessert, anyways. got 'er right here."

and you squeal as he shoves his face into the crook of your neck, kissing and nipping and blowing cold air as he hoists you into his arms. dinner & dishes discarded on the gingham table cloth, chair scraping against the floor as he stands, carrying you the same way he did when you first got married those few months ago. he leads you to the staircase, soft flannel rubbing against your cheek as he carries you to your shared bedroom with ease— his cheeks tickled pink with the overwhelming joy of making love to his wife, after a great dinner, and a tough day of work.

as you ascend the stairs in logan's arms, giggling at his dirty talk, you catch a glimpse of something over logan's shoulder. by the front door, painted a deep, cozy shade of red, sits logan's boots. they are a symbol of so much of his life, and now, so much of your own. brown fabric scraped by all his efforts— cutting trees at work, his x-men past, trying to be good for you. the comfort of his footsteps coming home, the tracks he leaves throughout the house after being in the garden that let you know he's still here and he's real. the big bulk of leather placed strategically by the door makes you tear up. even more so when you see your own shoes delicately next to his. in every life, you think to yourself, in every life he'll find me. and it will always be this good.

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summary: Logan's feeling impulsive before a mission and you happen to be within reach aka he fucks you in the jet.

pairing: Logan Howlett x afab mutant!reader

warnings: 18+ mdni. feral!Logan. rough sex. dirty talk. bicep choking. biting. spit kink. reader can read minds and regenerate. size difference. brief mention of blood. pure filth - no plot. unbeta'd. w.c: 1.1k

an: this look fucks me up every time I see it, so I had to write something.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋅ 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐬 ⋅ 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

Logan fumes with pent-up energy.

He knows he needs to take care of it, or else he's gonna snap. He hopes Scott shows up soon; throwing a few digs at the younger cyclopes will relax him. Still, he stalks back and forth in the empty jet, from cockpit to tail, puffing on a cigar that's smoked down to a nub of tobacco when his ears prick.

He turns just in time to watch you walk up the ramp. You're suited to the nines and ready for the mission, your leather outfit hugging every curve on your body.

Logan feels the rampant energy to kill slowly morphing into one of possession.

You catch his wandering eyes as you reach the top. Flashes of snarling teeth, slapping flesh, and debauched moans spark before your eyes as Logan looks you over.

"Logan," you greet him with a wry smile as the older, silver haired mutant rolls his cigar between his lips and nods. His energy permeates the hull of the jet; he's like a wolf standing over maimed prey.

"Ready for this?" Logan asks, breaking the silence and stepping closer to you. He's so large and consuming; he'd scare you if you didn't have the power of mind control.

"I'm always ready." You quip, jutting your chin.

Logan snorts, cigar snatched between his pearly whites. "That so?"

You reply with a teasing hum as your fingers dance over his suited pecs.

"Think you can take me?" He steps even closer, nudging his larger body against your smaller one before flicking the cigar nub to the ground.

You cock your head, eyelashes fluttering. "Why don't you find out."

He grips your shoulders, spinning you on the spot, and shoves you against the wall of the jet; its gentle thrum vibrates your body as he presses himself against your back. "I can smell you, you know."

Your heart beats wildly like a hummingbird. You'd been aching since you stepped onto the jet. "Don't know what you're talking about." You purr dumbly.

Logan snickers at the blatant lie. "Keep those hands where I can see 'em," he grunts, gripping your hips and yanking you back. Your hands glide down the metal wall as your ass nestles against his cock. He's got you in a vulnerable position, bent over and exposed; any of your teammates could walk onto the jet any second. The thought makes you clench.

Logan unzips your suit from the waist down and groans as your curves spill from the tight material. You hide your face in the crook of your elbow as he takes in the sinful sight. "Y'sure are a pretty lil' thing." He comments against your cunt as hot breath ghosts over your core.

Two brute hands palm your ass, roughly kneading the curves before pulling them apart and brazenly spitting on your cunt.

A gasp catches in your throat, and it makes Logan smirk. "Knew you were a dirty girl."

As your lips part to reply snarkily, a hot tongue drags up your puffy folds from clit to taint, leaving no inch untouched.

Logan eats you alive.

At least that's what it feels like as he tightens his hold on your hips, making sure you don't pull away for a second to leave him chasing after you.

He smothers his face into your folds like a lion eating a fresh kill. His tongue lashes against your clit, sending rapturous shock waves up your spine. His nose nudges your taint as he roughly pulls you closer and spears his tongue into your core. He pushes and shoves your hips back and forth, making you ride his tongue until your knees buckle and you gasp his name over and over like a prayer. A dark growl vibrates your cunt as your slick spills into his mouth, and then he's gone.

As you're left reeling from the mindnumbing bliss, wondering why he stopped, he takes advantage and hooks a strong arm around your neck and lifts until your spine is flush with his chest, effectively trapping you in a headlock.

His bicep presses against your carotid as his cock catches on your soaked opening, making you stumble. "Can feel 'er clenchin'," he rumbles, and his beard scratches the soft skin of your temple. "Don't worry, Sugar. I'm gonna take good care'a 'er."

He sheaths himself in one devastating thrust. You have no choice but to take everything he gives you. Your cunt molds around his length, morphing and reshaping into the shape of his cock as he presses into the deepest part of you. He cruelly grinds his hips, kissing your cervix and tearing soft cries from your lips.

He fucks you with a steady pace, withdrawing his cock until the bulbous head catches on your withering hole before plunging it back in. Each shove forces you onto your toes. You anxiously grip his ungodly thick forearm for support.

The metal hull of the jet does nothing to tamper the lewd sounds of slapping skin and sticky arousal.

He presses his leather-clad forearm against your chin, tipping your head against his chest, forcing you to stare up at him. His features drip with untamed darkness as he smirks down at you. For a moment, fear tingles at the base of your spine.

"Gonna be drippin' out in the field," he chastises. "Wonder who else'll smell you?"

Logan's hips begin to pound against the curve of your ass savagely; muscles ripple, and skin rolls like waves; he chases his high like a man possessed.

The feral, all-consuming vigor from the older man rushes through you like a tidal wave, drowning your senses and free will. Your orgasm ignites, sparking so quickly you're powerless to the blinding pleasure that flares deep in your belly.

He sinks his teeth into your neck, growling like a wolf as he comes. His fingers dig into your flesh, pulling a soft, pitiful whine from your body. Copper fills his senses as your blood washes over his tongue, awakening his primal senses. The pain from his touch has your cunt swirling once more. No man could mark you like Logan, nor would you want one to.

Logan unhinges his jaw and eases himself from your warmth with a hiss. As the teeth-sized holes on your neck instantly begin to heal, he licks away the crimson that stains his lips. Your inner thighs glisten, stained with your combined arousal, as you lean against the wall of the jet, catching your breath.

"Made quite a mess, Sugar." Logan can't help but drag his fingers through the gluey spend. His gloved digits prod your swollen folds as he pushes the heady mixture back inside your warmth.

A lithe whine pours from your lips as he teasingly curls his fingers along your walls for added measure. "Think you can keep from drippin' while fightin' the bad guys?"

feel free to scream at me -> 💌

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on the farm with logan howlett

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𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐥

⬩ pairing(s) logan "wolverine" howlett x female!reader

⬩ warning(s) language, smut, oral sex (m receiving), deepthroating, unwanted advances (mentioned), sassy!logan, bodily fluids, female pronouns are used, phone sex (with a twist!), sexting (i guess? with a twist?), minors dni/+18! (feel free to lmk if i ever forget anything!)

⬩ author's note i lied. could not wait. need to suck his soul out bad. <3

⬩ word count 0.6k

“Who’s this?”

You drag your mouth off Logan with a loud smack, keeping hold at the base of his cock as you glance at the phone he’s holding in his hand. Your phone, that’s vibrating for the fourth time in ten minutes with an incoming call and a name you wish you weren’t familiar with.

“Some guy from work. Has a crush on me, I think,” you reply with a nonchalant shrug and soft kiss to his tip. “Didn’t even give him my number, he just got it from the directory.”

Logan blinks and doesn’t think twice before answering the phone. You pay him little mind, taking him back inside your mouth to run a lick along one of the veins that runs all the way down to his sack.

“Logan speaking...”

Curiosity getting the better of you, your eyes dance back up to Logan, who’s holding the device to his ear with an unimpressed stare into the air. You have to hold back your laugh when he returns his gaze to you, eyelids growing heavy at the way you swirl your head before bobbing back down as far as your throat will let you.

“She’s–uh. Fuck,” Logan grits out before pausing, hips rolling to push himself deeper, twitching at the way your eyes start to water. “–a little busy right now, but I can take a message.”

Your quiet gags fill the quiet of the room, Logan’s breath picking up as he listens to the whining on the other end of the line.

“He’s asking if you’re alright,” Logan relays, a little amused. “Think’s you’re in some kinda trouble since you didn’t answer.”

“‘M fine,” you hurry out, too distracted to think of anything else to say. You suck in a long breath before sinking down his entire shaft, wiggling your head like he likes when you reach base. A patch of hair tickles your nose as Logan jerks and drops his jaw.

“Doin’ just fine,” he repeates into the phone, a hint of groan decorating the deep timbre. After another second of listening, Logan sighs. If you had to guess, the next question he hears his something along the lines of then who the fuck are you.

“I’m the guy who’s cock she’s sucking.” Logan’s voice is bordering on a frightening snarl, and you’d give anything for your desperate colleague to take the fucking hint. “There anything else we can help you with?” 

Your chin and lips are all sticky with spit, shining whenever you tug your mouth just off his cock to tease the head with strong lips that dip into his leaky slit. Logan doesn’t stifle his moans anymore, one fluttering out loud and straight into the phone.

“Listen, if you don’t hang up soon, you’re gonna have’ta hear me come in her mouth, bub,” Logan groans out the second half of his sentence, vision blurring at the soft tug you give his balls. They’re warm and heavy and covered with slick as they roll in your hand, Logan’s thighs beginning to shake.

You don’t notice Logan drop the phone until he reaches to grab your face, long strings of cum shooting out into a salty pool on your tongue. He chokes on the noises that heave his chest as you suck until he’s pulling away with an uncharacteristic whimper.

“Ah, okay. Off,” he requests, hand searching blindly for something at his side. “Don’t swallow yet.”

You grin, watching as Logan pulls his phone into his grasp, punches in the passcode, and channels up the camera.

“Open.”

Your tongue moves to hang out of your mouth as you pose, all stained with Logan’s impressive load. He angles the photo with your face front and center, softening cock present and lingering to the side. When he snaps the picture, you swallow his cum in one gulp with a pleased smile.

“For my collection,” Logan winks at you before stopping to think. “Might send one to your guy at work too so he’ll learn how to fuck off.”

© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚

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Lumberjack ! Logan secretly love being pampered and spoiled by his girlfriend but is too shy to admit it

oh absolutely, honey! 💌

he'll daydream alllll day at the yard about comin' home to you & you running your nails through his hair, scratching and tugging while kissing his cheeks. and he'll blush, too! swinging his axe with the gratifying chop and thinking about his girl waiting for him at home ᯓᡣ𐭩

on days where you needed the pick-up, mainly to run to the farmer's market down the way for dinner, you'll pick him up from the yard. and ohhhh boy the looks logan gets when the other workers see a pretty little thing like you pulling up for him. and logan absolutely eats it up— loves knowing his pretty girl, so loving and doting, bordering obsessed with him, is the object of every mans dreams. if anyone dares to tease him for the sudden pep in his step as he almost jogs to you in the car, the glare they recieve will be deadly before logan shifts his eyeline back to you with a soft smile— only reserved for you <3

everyday when he comes home from work, there's a warm lavendar bath ready, and his favorite soft sweats warm from the dryer. the first time you drew him the bath, he fiddled with the soft pebbles of lavendar asking himself "what the fuck is this?" when you left the room for a moment to grab him a fluffy towel.

he was skeptical of being loved— never too quick to let his guard down. but when he finally sat in the tub? long, tanned limbs relaxing in the warm water that smelled sooo nice & relaxing? his shoulders dropping with content and his eyes fluttering shut? you washing his hair and telling him about your day? "oh god" he prays to himself "never take me away from her, not even for a second, i won't be able to bear it"

and for a more silly approach, you do a sweet little cucumber face mask on logan during the winter months; shelled up in your cozy home as the snow rages on. his eyes peacefully closed as you sit on his tummy, massaging his face gently as he runs his hands up & down your hips and thighs. a sudden knock at the window reveals one of logan's friendly coworkers, coming to drop off the coat logan left at the sight earlier that day.

and this coworker pauses his sentence in mild shock to stare at this 6'2, mean-eyed hairy lumberjack with green fluff on his face and freshly moisturized lips. and all logan can say is "you tell anyone and i'll fuckin' kill you, i swear to god i will" to which you'll turn, all hurt, "you don't like the mask, baby?" and logan'll backtrack so genuinely "no, no baby, i do. 's nice and cooling, like you said. just don't want this shithead thinkin' i'll do anything wild like this for anyone but my girl"

and when his buddy leaves, head falling back in laughter, logan doesn't even find himself caring so much. especially not when you lay him back down, face now clean of the mask, and slooooowly start massaging his biceps.

"love my girl. love my sweet girl. take such good care'a me, pup, 'm so grateful" he'll coo as he starts to fall asleep after a long day's work— completely content, completely in love, only mildly ashamed of how much he needs you :(((

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Ok but imagine:

your at a bonfire with Logan and your friends

You'd never really sat on a boyfriends lap before, your body always seemed too big but now you were on Logan's, your body tucked into his arm, his other arm around your legs with his beer in hand. he might even have a cigar in his mouth, but blew it out in the other direction to not burn your eyes.

He would lean in and rub his nose against your neck, telling you dirty but oddly sweet little nothings. You would be shivering from the cold night air but Logan made you feel warm. Your head turning towards him so you could bury your nose in his shirt, smelling his woodsy, pine fragrance. His hand coming up to your hair and brushing it away from your face.

You leaning in to connect your lips in a soft kiss, tasting the beer on his lips. His hand sitting on your thigh, radiating heat as he moved it up and down your skin. The sweet kisses planted right behind your ear. Feeling his chest rumble in laughter at something one of your friends said but you can only focus on the way his hazel green eyes light up, crinkle the sides, wrinkles that made Logan so incredibly handsome. The way he looks down at you with this soft look in his eyes, happiness shining in them as he holds his girl.

You'd fall asleep on his lap and he'd carry to the car, laying you down in the passenger seat with the blanket tucked around you. He would keep the radio down, and look over at you every once in awhile. Logan's chest feeling warm as you slept soundly, thinking you were beautiful even when you were lightly snoring and had your mouth dropped open. He thought about getting you home so he could pull you into his arms and never let you go....

Or well until the morning but he'd still be reluctant

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and what if i say i want to sit on this logan’s lap and make out whilst he continues to smoke that damn cigar? THEN WHAT?

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Close to You (Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader)

A/N: Oh my god. I got so carried away with this. It was not supposed to be this long. Anyway, here's the beach fic, y'all. This one is inspired by "Close to You" by Gracie Abrams...which is an absolute banger. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: The team goes away on a weekend beach trip, and your pining for Logan comes to a head when you're forced to share a room...

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!!! SMUT!! Thigh riding, oral (f!receiving), fingering, Unprotected PIV (wrap it up!), cocky!Logan, softdom!Logan, soft!Logan, feelings, fluff, afab!reader/fem!reader, reader wears a bikini (no descriptions at all, though!), one bed trope (muahaha), friends to lovers, cursing, absolutely some grammatical errors bc this fic is so long, I think that's it!

Word Count: 6,577 this was so self indulgent

You step out onto the concrete and the salt in the air immediately coats your skin. The breeze is sticky and slightly humid, but it smells so good. You can hear the waves crashing against the sand, seagulls squawking above. Laughter on the boardwalk. Carnival music blaring from all the rides. It’s perfect—the sun is high, fluffy white clouds framing the endless blue sky.

“We’re going to have so much fun!” Jubilee cheers, closing the car door as she slides out of the Jeep. 

Jean and Scott step out of their car, parked just up ahead, unloading their bags. “It’s so nice of the Professor to give us the weekend off!” Jean says excitedly, placing her bag down onto the sidewalk and wheeling it up to the porch of the house. “I can’t believe he rented this place for us.” It’s a yellow, two-story cottage with a lemonade porch, adorned with white shutters and a shingled roof.

Logan makes his way to the trunk of his Jeep, pulling out bag after bag. You rush to his side, reaching inside the trunk. “Let me help you,” you mumble as the rest of the team excitedly approaches the house. 

Logan smiles and shakes his head, reaching for the same bag you are. His fingertips brush yours as he takes the bag away, your heart beating in your chest at the sudden contact. “Don’t worry, princess,” he huffs, smirking as he places the bag down in front of you. Heat rises to your chest at the nickname. “Don’t lift a finger. Go inside and check out the place.” He nods his head towards the front door and grabs another bag. 

You smile, throwing your backpack over your shoulder, grabbing two bags, and carrying them to the front door in protest. “Gonna help you anyway,” you say over your shoulder. Logan chuckles as he closes the truck, grabbing the rest of the duffle bags and following behind you. 

He meets your side as you walk through the doors. The walls are pale blue, and the bottom halves are lined with white shiplap. Beechwood covers the floors. The living room is light and airy, white curtains floating through opened windows. The kitchen is off to the side, and to the back is a large open sunroom. Just straight ahead are the stairs. 

Jean and Scott settle some groceries on the counter as Jubilee, Kurt, Rogue, and Gambit head upstairs to see the bedrooms. 

“Hey, guys?” Jubilee calls from upstairs. You can tell by the sound of her voice that something is off. “I thought the Professor said there’d be six beds.”

Jean puts away a bag of chips and steps back into the living room, following Jubilee’s voice up the steps, and disappearing as her feet hit the landing. “How many are there?” She asks, her voice muffled.

“Five,” Jubilee answers. “Three queens and two bunk beds, and Kurt and I took the bunks already.”

“That’s fine,” Jean says, shrugging her shoulders as she heads back downstairs. “We’ll all just be a little tight—closer quarters than usual.”

And that’s when it finally hits you. Three queen beds—and Kurt and Jubilee took the twin bunks. 

You’ll be sharing a room with Logan.

You turn to him and find that his eyes are already on you. “You okay sharing, princess?” He asks, nodding to the steps.

You swallow harshly, trying to mask your nervousness, hoping Logan can’t hear the way your heart beats out of your chest. “Yeah!” You say, trying to sound enthusiastic. “Totally fine with it.”

He nods, smiling softly as he walks towards the steps, his bags in his hands. You follow behind him, the wood stairs creaking with every step you take. 

Jean was not exaggerating; the upstairs of the house is extremely small. There may be four bedrooms—but bedroom is a generous title. Each room is only large enough to hold a queen bed, a single dresser, and a small nightstand on either side of the bed. There’s little to no walking room. One of the rooms—Kurt and Jubilee’s—has just a bunk bed and a nightstand, with a tiny wardrobe in the corner. In the center of the tight hallway is a bathroom with a simple sink, toilet, and a stand-up shower. 

Logan steps into the first bedroom to the left of the stairs and puts his bags down on the ground. “You sure you’re okay with this?” He asks, watching as you put your bags down next to his. “I can sleep on the couch if you’re uncomfortable.”

You shake your head, walking over to the window and taking in the view of the ocean. “Don’t worry,” you say, watching kids run across the sand, trying to distract yourself from how close Logan is to you in this tiny room. “We’re adults.” You turn to face him, fighting the urge to let your eyes trail up and down his body. “We can share.” Or at least, you hope you can. 

You can handle this for a weekend. You can force down your feelings—can ignore your massive crush on Logan for seventy-two hours. That’s all this is. A weekend trip. This is doable. You’ve been through so much worse than this. 

“If you change your mind, you can let me know,” Logan says, reaching his arm out towards your shoulder. His knuckles brush against your bare skin, and you let yourself lean into his touch. He’s warm, solid, cozy—

“Let’s go to the beach!” Jubilee interrupts, Logan’s hand falling from your shoulder instantly. “We didn’t come here to sit in a house all weekend, did we?” She jumps away from the door and runs down the stairs. 

 “Kid has a point,” Logan says, shrugging his shoulders and nodding towards the door. “You ready to go?”

“Yeah,” you say, smiling widely. “Already have my bathing suit on.” Logan smiles back and grabs your wrist, tugging you into the hallway, down the stairs, and out the door. 

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You’re sitting on the beach, watching as Jubilee and Kurt splash each other recklessly in the water. Jean sits in a chair, reading a book, while Scott lays on a beach towel, eyes likely closed behind his glasses. Rogue and Gambit walk down the shoreline, hand in hand.

Logan stands up from the beach blanket you share, tugging his beater up and over his head. “I’m going in,” he says, just to you. “Wanna come?” He reaches out his hand again, the same hand that tugged you the whole way here. You bite your lip, nerves building in your stomach again. “Come on,” Logan says, smirking. “I don’t bite.”

Your heart flutters in your chest, and you take his hand, standing up. You let go and tug your shorts down your legs. You look up at Logan as your fingertips find the hem of your tank top, his eyes trained firmly on you. Your stomach somersaults as you pull your shirt up your body, revealing your bikini top, knowing Logan is watching. 

Logan’s throat bobs as he swallows. He nods towards the ocean, wordlessly grabbing your hand again and tugging you along. 

The waves lap at your ankles, and you force yourself into the cold water. Logan seemingly has no problem at all, pulling you along from a few feet ahead. The water is already up to his hips. He looks behind at you, all wide-eyed and happy. 

“You’re not afraid, are you?” He teases, squeezing your hand tighter. Your heart drums against your ribcage at the feeling. He’s never held your hand like this. You try to shove down your feelings, to brush away how having him this close makes you feel, but nothing changes. You want him all the same. 

You take a deep breath and shake your head as the cold water barrels against the middle of your thighs. “No,” you protest. “I’m just freezing.” 

Logan smiles wider. “You gotta get all the way in!” He tugs you further, pulling you closer to him so that you’re shoulder to shoulder. You can’t tell if it’s the icy waves or your proximity to Logan that makes your heart freeze in your chest, that makes you crave the warmth of his body. You want to be close to him. You want him to pull you into his chest and hold you. 

“Do I have to?” You ask playfully, a half-smile turning up at the corner of your mouth. 

He jokingly rolls his eyes. “Come on,” he says, dropping your hand and wrapping his arm around your waist instead. “I’ve got you,” he whispers. You choke on your own breath as he guides you further into the water. “You okay?” He asks. 

“I’m fine,” you mumble, his fingertips pressing against the bare skin of your stomach. Goosebumps pebble your flesh. Finally, Logan guides you all the way into the water, up to your shoulders. It’s a surprisingly calm day—the waves easy and gentle. 

Logan lets go of your waist and treads water, slipping underneath the dark blue current and coming back up—his hair wet, drops of water dripping down his face and neck. You can’t help the smile that spreads across your lips at the sight. 

“Your turn,” he whispers, squeezing his eyes half shut as he swims towards you. 

Your smile drops as you swim away. Logan grabs your ankle, pulling you towards him. You yelp as he tugs you closer. You turn around and splash him playfully, freeing yourself from his grasp as he wipes the salt water off his face. 

You laugh, still backing away from Logan. He creeps forward, assessing you like an animal stalks its prey. “You’re not getting away that easy, pretty girl,” he huffs. 

What was that? Your eyes widen as those last two words repeat in your head. You’re so distracted that you don’t notice him closing the gap between the two of you. Suddenly his hands are on your hips, dragging you into his chest. 

His grip is like iron around your waist, keeping you in place, your hips pressed to his, your chests touching lightly. You don’t feel the coldness of the water anymore—you can’t feel anything except Logan. 

“What am I gonna do with you?” He asks, his voice low and raspy. The world stopped long ago, his arms wrapping around your back now, pulling you closer. The playfulness of the moment disappears—this is something else, something more serious. Logan brings his face closer to yours, his lips just centimeters away. This is it, you think to yourself. The moment when everything finally changes—

“Hey!” A familiar voice calls from the beach. Logan’s eyes fall closed—an almost defeated look painting across his face. Your head whips to the sand, and the team is standing by the beach chairs. Jubilee waves you and Logan over. “We’re going to the boardwalk! Come on!”

Logan opens his eyes. You think he’s going to push you away, to let you go, but he only holds you tighter. “Give us a second!” He shouts, frustration clear in his voice. 

But Jubilee crosses her arms against her chest. Scott chuckles and walks ahead with Jean. Gambit and Rogue look at each other knowingly, and Kurt teleports to the edge of the water. 

“And just like that…” Logan murmurs, half to himself, half to you. “Moment ruined.” 

You tilt your head, the implication of his words wracking your brain. “What do you mean—” 

But Logan is pulling you along with him to the shore before you can finish asking for clarification. His arms drop from your waist, his hand grabbing yours to guide you onto the sand. He bends down, picking up your shorts and top from the beach blanket the team left out, and passing them to you. 

“Thanks,” you mumble, your hands parting as he shoves his beater up and over his head. Once you’re dressed, flip-flops and all, you join the team and make your way up to the boardwalk. 

Gambit is talking with Logan about something just ahead, trailing on and on, clearly irritating Logan, while Rogue falls back to walk with you. 

“So,” she says softly, her eyes flitting between you and Logan. “What’s going on there, sugar?” She asks, smirking. 

You furrow your brows, trying to hide your smile. “Nothing that I know of,” you say, somewhat honestly. This might be nothing—might just be a friend teasing another friend. A friend whose lips were just inches from yours, so close that you could feel his breath fanning across your face. A friend who dug his fingers into your waist to pull you closer to his—

“Nothing, huh?” She asks, snapping you back to reality. “Because I think he would’ve kissed you if Jubilee didn’t interrupt,” she whispers so only you can hear. 

Heat rises to your chest at her words. “I don’t know. We’re just friends…” You trail off. 

“We’ll see about that, sugar,” Rogue says, walking ahead, tearing Gambit away from Logan. Logan’s shoulders visibly relax once Gambit is gone, and he looks back at you, slowing his steps so that you can meet his side. 

“Hi,” he husks, smiling down at you. 

You smile back, the warmth of his hand suddenly spreading across your lower back. It’s gentle, the ghost of a touch, almost not quite there—more tentative than in the ocean when it felt like no one was watching. But it’s solid and centering all the same. 

“Let’s go on the Ferris wheel!” Jubilee suggests, holding out the ticket booklet that Jean and Scott ran ahead to buy. She tears out tickets—three for each person. Jean and Scott hold hands and walk to the front of the line. Rogue leans over to Jubilee, whispering something into her ear that makes her eyes widen. She nods and pairs off with Kurt. Rogue turns around and winks at you while Logan isn’t looking. 

You look up at him and see that he’s staring off at the sun slowly setting. Pink, orange, and red erupt in the sky, the colors blending, painting across the wispy clouds. “Looks like it’s just you and me,” you say as the others climb into the Ferris wheel gondolas in pairs. 

Logan smirks, his eyes finding yours as you approach the front of the line. “Looks like it, pretty girl,” he husks. There it is again. Pretty girl. The ride attendant slows down the wheel, and you and Logan slip inside the gondola. You think maybe he’ll sit across from you, but he sits next to you instead. 

The attendant closes the door of the gondola, and the ride starts up. Once you’re off the ground, Logan slips his arm around your shoulder, his palm warm against your bare skin. “This okay?” He asks, his lips at the shell of your ear. 

“Y-yeah,” you stutter, your breath catching in your throat as his thumb brushes gentle circles into your arm. You let your head rest in the crook of his neck, and he leans against you, fitting together like puzzle pieces. 

It’s silent communication—knowing, but not saying. You can feel his intention as his arm tugs you closer, his lips at the crown of your head. Your heart beats out of your chest—for the millionth time today—and you know he can hear it. 

You reach the top of the Ferris wheel and look out at the ocean, the sun hitting the water, turning the blue waves to gold. “It’s beautiful,” you mumble, the current rippling against the shore, glistening vibrantly like the ocean figured out alchemy. 

Logan chuckles softly. “I can think of something prettier, you know,” he husks, his lips still pressed into the crown of your head. Your heart thumps in your chest at his words. You lift your head, looking up at him.

His eyes meet yours, a soft smile playing upon his lips. “Logan, I—”

But the gondola comes to a sudden stop, and the door to the car swings open. You’re already back on the ground. The attendant crosses his arms, waiting for you and Logan to get out. Logan rolls his eyes, grabbing your hand and helping you back onto the boardwalk. The team is already off the ride, waiting for the two of you at the exit.

“Why don’t we play some games and then head back to the house for the night?” Scott suggests, his arm wrapped around Jean’s waist. 

Jubilee smiles widely. “Yes! I wanna play the game where you throw the lobster into the pot!”

“Gambit’s gonna win chere a prize,” Gambit drawls, tugging Rogue into his chest. “The biggest one Gambit can find.” Rogue giggles, pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

Jubilee and Kurt run off to the other side of the boardwalk, immediately finding the lobster-pot game. Jean and Scott follow behind, making sure they don’t get into trouble. Rogue and Gambit go out on their own, heading toward the ring toss game. 

You and Logan are left alone. Again. Surely everyone is doing this on purpose. “What do you wanna play?” You ask, nodding towards the array of games lined up on the opposite side of the boardwalk. 

His eyes meet yours, flitting down to your lips and then back up to your eyes. “Whatever you want, darlin’.” You smile, grabbing his hand and tugging him towards balloon darts. 

You approach the booth, and Logan pulls out his wallet, handing a five-dollar bill to the woman running the game. She slides a cup of five darts towards you and Logan, and steps off to the side, away from the balloons. Logan watches as you grab a dart and throw, completely missing the balloon you were aiming for. You groan, rolling your eyes, and grab another dart. 

“Here,” Logan rasps, standing behind you. He holds your hand in his, lining the dart up to a balloon. His other arm wraps around your waist, the front of his hips pressing into your back. “Like this,” he murmurs, pulling your hand back. You let go of the dart when he thrusts forward. The dart pierces a balloon, the pop echoing through the booth. 

You look up at him, his face close to yours, and smile. He grabs another dart, his eyes still focused on you, and throws without looking away, popping another balloon. “Now you’re just showing off,” you say teasingly as your smile grows wider. He grabs another dart, aiming at a bigger balloon this time, and pierces it with ease. 

“Gotta win you a prize, pretty girl,” he says, grabbing the last dart from the cup, and tossing it across the booth, directly into the biggest balloon on the board. It pops—of course—and the game attendant’s jaw drops. 

She shakes her head, walking over to the bigger prizes. “Never seen anyone do that before…” she trails off, pointing to the giant plushies. “You can pick any of these.”

Logan’s arm sneakily wraps around your waist as he waits for you to pick between a giant fox, panda, or dolphin. “The fox, definitely the fox,” you decide. 

The attendant grabs the fox and pulls it down, handing it to you. You squeeze it to your chest, Logan’s grip on your waist tightening. “He’s so cute!” You giggle, looking up at Logan, who’s guiding you towards the edge of the boardwalk. “Thank you,” you say softly.

He shakes his head and looks out towards the water. “It was nothing,” he says, his arm still around your waist as you lean against the railing of the boardwalk. The sun is falling behind the horizon, stars rising in the sky. 

His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he turns to face you. “Listen…” He starts, his jaw working as his grip on your waist falls away, his forearms bracing on the railing. Your shoulder presses against his, the tension between you palpable. “I’ve been thinking…” But he pauses again, his eyes searching yours. 

“We ready to head back to the house?” Scott asks, interrupting the conversation. Logan’s eyes roll into the back of his head, and he leans forward. 

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Logan mutters, thinking you can’t hear him, resting his head against the railing. 

Jubilee grabs your arm, holding up her little stuffed teddy bear. “Look what I won!” Her smile drops when she sees your giant fox. “Oh my god, my bear is nothing compared to that! That thing is massive!”

You smirk, glancing over at Logan. “Wouldn’t have gotten it if it wasn’t for him.” Logan lifts his head and smiles sheepishly at you. 

The moon rises high in the quickly darkening sky. You’re not quite sure where the day went. Everything happened so quickly—the hours spent on the sand, Logan tugging you into the water. It was perfect. Beyond perfect. And now it was time to head back. 

The team treks down the boardwalk and onto the street, trailing a few blocks before arriving back at the house. You and Logan walk shoulder to shoulder the whole way there, leading at the front of the group. Logan grabs the key from his pocket, unlocks the door, and you all head inside. 

Jubilee and Kurt run into the kitchen scavenging for snacks. Gambit and Rogue crash onto the living room couch. 

“We’re gonna head to bed,” Scott says, Jean following him up the stairs. “Night, guys.” Everyone mutters soft goodnights in response, and a comfortable silence falls upon the house. 

“Gonna steal the upstairs shower before they get to it,” you whisper to Logan, nodding to Jubilee and Kurt. 

He smirks. “I’ll shower down here,” he says back. “See you upstairs?” He asks. 

“Yeah,” you answer, suddenly remembering that you’re sharing not just a room with Logan, but a bed. You walk away and head upstairs, grabbing your pajamas from your duffle bag and making your way to the bathroom.

You turn on the water and undress. The shower is warm and relaxing, releasing the tension you had spent the entire day holding in. But the peace is temporary—your thoughts drift off to Logan. You imagine him sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless, waiting for you to join him. Butterflies flutter in your stomach, and you try to ignore the heat growing at the bottom of your belly. Maybe you should’ve taken a cold shower instead. 

You finish up in the shower, turning the water off and grabbing a towel. You reach for your pajamas, only to realize you forgot your bottoms and your bra. You step into your panties and shrug your oversized band t-shirt over your head. You push the bathroom door open just a crack, and seeing no one in the hallway, you make a break for it, tip-toeing to your room. You slip inside and shut the door. 

Logan coughs from behind you, and you whip around. “S-sorry,” he stutters, standing up from the edge of the bed. He’s shirtless, just like you imagined he’d be, wearing only a pair of boxers. His hair is still damp from his shower. “I didn’t mean to—”

You cut him off. “No, no,” you assure. “It’s totally fine.” You’re worried you sound too eager, too focused on making sure he stays. You clear your throat nervously, stepping towards your duffle bag. You lean down, hoping your t-shirt is still covering your ass as you rifle through your belongings. You groan when you finally realize you forgot to pack pajama shorts. You stand up and make your way around to the left side of the bed.

“Everything okay?” Logan asks, following suit and walking to the right side of the bed. 

“Yeah,” you say. “I, um…” You trail off, motioning towards your duffle bag. “I forgot pajama bottoms,” you finally spit out. “If you’re uncomfortable or—”

“No,” Logan cuts you off this time. “I’m not uncomfortable at all.”

You smile, climbing into the bed and slipping under the covers, and Logan does the same. He rolls onto his side and turns off the lamp—the only light on in the room. The space is engulfed in darkness save for the pale light of the moon pushing through the curtains. 

You take a deep breath; you’re more nervous than you can comprehend. You could simply turn away from Logan, but you’re too anxious to move. Your stomach somersaults as his knee brushes against your thigh. You force your eyes shut, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. 

“I can hear your heartbeat, you know,” Logan mumbles into the dark room, shuffling under the covers. “You okay?”

You swallow harshly, humming a soft mhm, too distracted to form a complete sentence. 

“I know you aren’t telling the truth, pretty girl,” Logan whispers, his hand finding your waist. “I can sleep on the couch, if you—”

“No,” you protest, the words escaping your lips almost uncontrollably. “It’s f-fine,” you stammer. “I’m fine.”

He chuckles darkly. “Then what’s got you so worked up, huh?” Oh. He knows. He has to know. You can hear it in his voice. 

“N-nothing,” you lie, your eyes fluttering open. Logan is closer to you now, his fingertips trailing down to your thighs, to the hem of your shirt. 

“Relax,” Logan husks, his hand slipping back up your body and settling on your waist. He tugs you closer to him. “This okay?” He asks, and you hum a quiet yes. You can feel the tension thickening, feel it readying to snap. He breaks the silence. “Thought about this all day, you know.”

Your eyes widen at the confession. “Th-this?” You ask, your legs tangling with his. 

“Being alone with you,” Logan rasps. Your shirt hikes up as he pulls you into his chest. “Wanted to get you alone earlier,” he says, his hand sliding back down your body, playing with the hem of your shirt before slipping underneath. His fingertips drag along your stomach. 

You curse under your breath, Logan’s forehead pressing against yours. “Logan,” you whisper, his name the only thing you can think of. You’re sure he can smell the arousal building between your thighs. 

“There’s no going back from this. You know that, don’t you?” He whispers, his breath hot against your lips. He’s so close, his thigh pushing between your legs, bumping against your core. 

“Yes,” you sigh. “Don’t wanna go back.” 

Your eyes flutter closed, overwhelmed by how close Logan is to you. “Good,” he breathes. “Because you have no idea how much I need you.” 

His lips crash against yours, his thigh dragging along your core. You moan into his mouth, his tongue swiping across your lower lip. You part your lips, inviting him inside, his tongue tasting yours. 

“Logan,” you whine, involuntarily bucking your hips, grinding down on his thigh. “N-need you too.”

“I know, beautiful,” he soothes, gripping your waist, rolling you onto your back, pushing you into the mattress. “Fucking thought about you all day, always thinking about you.” He slides your shirt up above your tits, drinking you in with his eyes. “Wanted you for so long, pretty girl.” He hovers over you, balancing on his forearm as his free hand explores your body.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he palms your left breast, pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and then doing the same to the other side. It’s dizzying having him this close. You can smell his body wash—notes of musk and pine and a hint of leather on his skin. 

“Please,” you beg, not quite sure what you’re even begging for. All you know is how badly you want him—need him. 

Logan buries his face into the crook of your neck as his thumb rolls over your nipple, biting down on your pulse point and sucking the sensitive skin between his lips. “Please what, darlin’?” He mumbles, continuing his assault on your neck. 

“F-fuck,” you whimper, your hips rocking against Logan’s. “W-want you to fuck me.”

“Yeah? That what you want?” Logan teases, his hand pushing between your legs, his fingertips finding your clit through your panties. “What if I wanted to taste you first?”

“W-whatever you want,” you moan, grinding down onto his hand. “I’m yours.”

He lifts his head from your neck and presses his forehead to yours. “Whatever I want?” His voice is thick, cocky, almost mocking. “You’re mine,” he husks, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, then to your jaw, your neck. “All fucking mine.” He crawls down your body, trailing kisses down the valley of your breasts, your stomach, stopping just above the hem of your panties. 

Your hips lift off the mattress as his fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, and he tugs them down your legs, throwing them to the floor. He nestles between your thighs, his breath hot against your cunt. You tremble in anticipation, watching as he breathes you in, his jaw working. You can see in his eyes that he’s holding himself back. 

“Are you sure you want this, sweetheart?” He asks, his voice suddenly soft, his cockiness replaced by genuine care. "Not gonna be able to stop once I start.” But you know he doesn’t just mean in the moment, right now—he means forever. 

“I’m sure, Lo,” you whine. It comes out like a prayer, like a desperate cry, a guilty plea. 

And then he buries his face into your heat, his tongue swiping through your folds. He grunts against you, flicking your clit before stroking his tongue through your folds again. “Fuck,” Logan groans, his face pressing harder into you, his tongue exploring your cunt. “Tastes better than I ever imagined,” he mumbles against you, the vibrations of his voice pulsing against your core. “So fucking sweet.”

Your hips jolt away from him as his tongue laps at your sensitive clit. His palms quickly slide under your legs, wrapping around your thighs, yanking you back to his face, and holding you down onto the mattress. “Don’t move, princess,” he chides, his nails digging into your flesh. “Wanna eat this pretty pussy.” 

“L-Lo,” you stutter as his tongue draws tight, rapid circles around your clit. You’re already close, his teasing words enough to push you over the edge. But you know he’s nowhere near done—he’s only getting started. 

His right hand loosens its grip around your thigh, his nails dragging down the curve of your ass and towards your folds. His fingertips prod your slit, spreading your slick. “So fucking wet for me, pretty girl,” he praises, his lips wrapping around your clit, his teeth grazing the bud lightly as he sucks. “Want my fingers?” He asks, knowing your answer, but wanting to hear you beg for him. 

“Yes, Logan, please. Need—” 

He’s thrusting two long, thick fingers deep inside you before you can finish your sentence. “Fuck,” he whispers, pulling out and pumping back in—down to his knuckles. He stills inside you, letting you adjust to him. “So goddamn tight.” His tongue laps at your clit. “Gonna have to work you open for me, hm?” He mutters, thrusting in and out now. 

You’re so overwhelmed, your swollen clit already overstimulated. He wraps his lips around your clit again, sucking harder this time, his fingers unrelenting as they plunge deeper with every pump. His tongue draws long, hard strokes around your bud, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. 

It feels like a wildfire is spreading through your veins, a current dragging you under and holding you down. Warmth blossoms in your belly. “Doing so good for me, beautiful,” Logan praises, his fingers fucking into you. Your walls flutter around him at his words, sucking him in deeper. “Know you’re close, pretty girl.”

“Logan,” you moan, his tongue drawing those tight circles around your clit again. He’s adding more pressure, his fingers dragging along your walls, scissoring inside you, splitting you in two. “Please, need to come…” You trail off, your back arching off the mattress, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. 

“Come for me,” Logan demands, his voice dark and filled with lust. “Wanna know what it tastes like.” His tongue presses harder into your clit, his fingers rocking in and out of your entrance. “Wanna see that pretty face when you let go.” 

And then the tension breaks, white-hot heat pouring freely from the bottom of your belly. Your vision goes blurry as Logan laps at your clit, his fingers still pumping in and out, working you through your high. You moan his name, pleasure ripping through your body in intense waves. 

His pumps relax, his fingers stilling inside you before he finally pulls out. His face is still buried against your cunt, licking long stripes through your folds. He’s savoring the taste of your release, drinking every last drop you have to give. “Can’t get enough of you,” he husks. “Could do this forever.” 

He licks one last long stripe through your folds before lifting his face from your cunt. He’s a mess—your release glistening on his chin, his hair disheveled, his boxers all wrinkled. Your heart beats in your chest at the sight. All this, just for you. 

Logan crawls up your body, hovering over you again, lowering down onto his forearm. “Wanna fuck you, beautiful,” he murmurs, his forehead pressing to yours. “Wanna know what you feel like.” His hand slips between your legs, his fingertips finding your swollen clit and giving it a gentle pinch. Your hips buck against him at the sudden sensation. 

“Wanna feel you too,” you whimper, your arms wrapping around his back. “Want you inside me, please.” 

And then he’s tugging his boxers down his legs, his erection pressing against the inside of your thigh. You can’t see—but you can feel just how massive he is. His tip slides through your folds, spreading your arousal. 

“You know how bad I need you?” Logan whispers, his lips finding yours. He bites your lower lip and kisses away the pain. “You know how long I’ve been thinking about this?” And then he sinks himself inside you, down to the hilt with one smooth, fluid thrust. “Thought about this every day since I met you.” 

Your muscles release and contract at his words. His hips stall, letting you adjust to the size of him. You feel indescribably full. He’s splitting you open, stretching you out, claiming you as his. His hips pull back, his cock sliding out, and he plunges back in, somehow deeper this time. 

“Th-thought about you too,” you stutter, already too fucked out to form a coherent thought. “Always wanted you.” Logan sets a reckless pace as his fingertips find your clit again, working long, languid strokes into the bud, teasing you, leading you on. 

“You feel so perfect,” Logan praises, rocking into you, his cock dragging along your walls. “So fucking warm, so tight. Made for me.” His lips are on yours again, his tongue slipping into your mouth, tasting you, swallowing your moans. “Never gonna want anybody else, pretty girl.”

His hips snap against yours, his fingers circling your clit faster now. “Just want you, Lo,” you choke, the tension building at the bottom of your belly, a fire burning through your bones. “Only want you.”

“I know,” he whispers, his voice suddenly soft, contrasting with the way he pounds into you recklessly, hitting that sweet spot inside you with every pump of his cock. “It’s you, just you.” You can hear the emotion in his voice, the sincerity, the desperation, the aching longing. 

Your chest heaves against his. He’s fucking you to get closer to you, to be as deep inside you as possible. This isn’t just sex—this isn’t just some tension that needs to be broken. It’s an invisible string keeping the two of you tied closely together. Maybe it was stitched by the Fates centuries ago, laid out carefully, a plan to be executed. Maybe everything that led you to this moment was always meant to be. Because here you are now, his lips soft and hungry against yours, his words tearing through your resolve, his cock buried deep inside you, searching for a way to get deeper. And all you can think is…

This is it. This is what people mean when they talk about love—that word that changes its meaning every time you say it. The word with a definition that always escapes you. You know what it means now. 

“Logan, I’m gonna…” You trail off, that fire in your belly spreading through your body as he rams into you, the sound of your skin slapping against his echoing along the walls of the tiny room. His fingers press harder into your clit, pinching softly, and then circling again. 

His cock twitches inside you. “Me too, beautiful,” he hums, his pace growing sloppier, his cock throbbing again. “You’re so perfect,” he praises. “Love you so much, pretty girl.”

And then the tension snaps, electricity buzzing through your nerve endings, fire prickling your skin as you melt into him. “Love you too, Lo.” Your muscles contract and release, squeezing around him, coming undone. 

Your walls clench around him again, and you know it’ll be the thing that pushes him over the edge. “Fuck, wanna come inside you,” he pants.

You wrap your legs around his waist, keeping him close. “Please,” you beg, and with one more thrust he’s painting your walls, filling you up and letting go. 

You share one breath, panting, foreheads pressed together as Logan’s pumps slow, his cock stalling inside you. His fingers slip away from your clit, his arms reaching under your back as he carefully pulls out. You feel empty without him inside you. 

“Y-you can stay inside, if you want,” you offer as Logan rolls you onto your side, pulling you into his chest. 

He presses a chaste kiss to your forehead. “Is that what you want, pretty girl?” He asks, his lips pressing to your nose now. 

“Yes,” you whisper. He swallows harshly as one of his hands slides down your body, hiking your leg up and over his hip. He lines his half-hard cock up with your entrance, his lips finding yours as he slides back in. Your eyes flutter closed at the feeling of being full of him again. 

He groans as he bottoms out. “So fucking good,” he praises, his arms wrapping around your back again, tugging you into his chest. 

You lay in comfortable silence, listening as Logan’s breathing becomes rhythmic. Your eyes grow heavy, and you bury your face into Logan’s chest. You can hear his heart beating.

“Love you,” he mumbles against the crown of your head. You can hear the sleepiness in his voice, the exhaustion. 

“Love you too,” you whisper, your breathing matching his, like you’re no longer two separate people, but one.

He presses a kiss to your head. “So lucky I met you,” he huffs. You smile against him. “So lucky I finally figured it out.”

“Figured what out?” You ask, looking up at him. 

He smiles down at you. “What love is supposed to feel like...” He trails off, and you watch as he chooses his next words. “What living is supposed to feel like.” 

You can feel tears brimming in the corners of your eyes, and you do your best to blink them away. “Me too, Lo,” you whisper, pausing…

“Me too.”

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'look at me' 18+

oneshot - logan can't fuck like he used to, but you don't care. you get on top, gladly taking care of him in return. (2k words) pairing - logan howlett (logan 2017) x gn!reader tags: pre-established relationship, doggy style, penetration, dom!logan, reader rides logan, filthy talking logan, he talks you through it, rough, praise kink, cursing, mutual orgasm, choking, 'use your words', unprotected sex, creampie, sweet ending

logan can't keep up like he used to, but he still fucks you like a man possessed when he's able, like a rabid animal - hips bucking, muscles flexing, baring his teeth as he takes you.

his rough, calloused and scarred hands grip your waist, contrasting against your soft skin. that veiny length makes quick work of your needy hole, just like you wanted.

moments before, you'd teased him for the tent in his blue jeans. logan had cocked a smirk, that same signature smirk that always renders you weak at the knees as he began unbuckling his belt, taking his sweet time. you would wait, he knew you'd wait, you were good for him like that. the distinct sound of the clinking metal and the unsheathing of leather caused a shiver to run down your spine, a throbbing in your core. you needed him just as much as he needed you.

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

it wasn't fair, how he could tell as soon as he entered a room just how much you wanted him. he could smell it, smell your arousal clear as day, he'd teased you about it so many times. the scent fills his mind every time, makes his cock twitch in his boxers, the need to have you almost overwhelming.

your soft wanting moans drift to his ears, one of his palms sliding up to the base of your spine as he keeps you firmly bent over on the bed, fucking into you with purpose. rough grunting spills from his lips, your head turning to catch his eye, watching as beads of sweat form on his forehead. chest rising and falling, logan grits his teeth.

"this what you wanted, huh?" he grunts, his sentence punctuated with a particularly harsh thrust that knocks the wind from both of you, "you wanted my cock? hm? just couldn't fuckin' help but tease and tease. . ."

you whine, gripping the sheets in front of you as the room fills with the lewd sound of skin on skin. he always liked it rough, plus - you'd known logan long enough to know how he liked to channel his anger into sex. and he was fucking good at it. you'd take it, again and again, as harsh as he wanted to give. because you knew that as soon as you were done, he'd be scrambling to pepper soft kisses along your neck, praising you for how good you'd been for him.

his thrusts falter, and you reach back to take his wrist in your hand in a comforting gesture. the harsh panting tells you all you need to know, his grip on you fading. but it's alright, you know how to take care of him, too. you tug at his wrist and after a brief moment of hesitation, he pulls out and lays beside you, looking almost defeated.

your hips find their home atop his and you nestle against him, slowly grinding back and forth on his length. his hands immediately search for your thighs, pawing at the flesh as he looks up at you. you drink in his expression, the way he's looking at you through his heavy eyelids, his scarred, sweaty bare chest rising and falling harshly.

"let me take care of you. . ." you whisper, your hands sliding up across the feverish skin on his chest, threading through the hair that grows there.

he licks his lips, attempting to protest "but i-"

"shhhh. . ." you shake your head, inching upwards to brush his leaking tip against your entrance and he hisses at the contact, "i said let me take care of you. . ."

you sink down on his cock, gasping as he fills you once more - at this point, you've memorised every vein on that thing. you love how he fills you so completely, how you almost, almost struggle to take him in all the way.

"fuck. . ." he huffs, his eyes fluttering shut as he grasps your thighs, sinking into the bed. he hates it, hates how fucking tired he gets nowadays. but damn if you don't look like the prettiest little thing bouncing on his cock like that.

and you want to comfort him, to let him know that it's okay. you'd ride him every night if he'd let you, but he always insists that he can do it, that he can still go as hard and as fast as he used to all those years ago. fast or slow, it didn't bother you, as long as you had logan, you'd be happy, content with even a passing glance from him in your direction.

"look so pretty up there. . ." he coos breathlessly, watching you bounce, his hand snaking up to rest on your stomach as he admires you.

you moan, tilting your head back - and he groans in response, dick twitching desperately, aching to fill you as his hips buck against your movements. he loves watching you ride him like this, watching as you take control, set the pace you want.

the rough hand on your stomach drifts upwards, finding its home around your neck, gently still. but even the soft grip has you reeling, gripping his wrist. you know he still wants to feel some control, that it wasn't because he was losing energy that he was on his back, no. . . it was a choice.

and you indulge him, working down over his cock with your tight hole, clamping around him as your hips meet his over and over. he's groaning, grumbling, eyes fluttering shut as he's lost in the way you take him.

"logan, look at me. . ." you whisper pleadingly, nails digging into his chest, fingertips tracing across the scars there.

immediately his eyes open to lock onto yours, and when he sees you? fuck, he needs more. he uses his grip on your throat to pull you down into a deep kiss, breathing heavily through his nose as his tongue delves into your mouth. you love how much more experienced he is than you, how he makes quick work of you every fucking time, has you a mess for him, opening up to him in every way you can.

"yeah. . . that's it. . ." he grumbles against your lips, kissing you with a fierce passion that borders on animalistic between words, "keep workin' that cock, keep bouncin', you're doin' so well."

you clench around him at those very words, unable to even think straight with his tongue shoved into your mouth and his cock stuffed deep inside you. he's taking you in every way you'll give yourself to him. even with him on his back and with half his energy he's still able to have you squirming.

and the praise, the fucking praise. logan knows just how to talk to you to make you melt. he'll fuck you roughly, desperately pumping his dick into you whilst whispering that you're the prettiest thing he's ever seen into your ear. he'll have you split in half with his thick arms hooked around your legs whilst telling you that you're so good for him, calling you sweet pet names that contrast his rough movements.

that voice of his, gravely, deep, rumbling. you can't think straight when he talks to you this way.

"such a sweet little thing," he groans, his hand on your thigh snaking around to give your ass a quick slap before grabbing a handful. light work for him considering the size of his hands - don't even get him started on what he likes to do with those. . .

you call his name, whimpering against his lips as you try to keep up with his kisses all while riding him. your mind is blank, slamming your hips down against him as he bucks up, meeting your thrusts - sending him deeper and deeper.

his hand on your neck traces along your skin to grip the back of your head, feeling as his digits spread across your scalp. "fuuuuuck," he groans, "can feel how tight you are, you're gonna cum, huh?" logan asks, though it's less of a question and more of a statement. he knows your body better than you do.

you nod, whimpering pathetically, inches from his lips.

eyes darting from your mouth, up into your gaze, he grins, "use your words, c'mon. i asked you a question."

"yes logan, yes, fuck- i'm gonna cum!" you cry out, tilting your hips as you chase that high he wants to give you.

with his mouth open, he pants, watching you above him with a keen fascination as your face contorts in pleasure. slowly, a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. his favourite thing in the world is to watch you come undone around him, the way your eyes roll back, your pulse quickening under his fingertips.

"c'mon, c'mon, c'mon. . ." he growls, rutting into you from below, feeling as you spasm around his hard, girthy length, "if you cum, i'll cum nice and deep inside you, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"logan. . ." you whine, a clear yes. your head dips down to press against his shoulder, unable to keep yourself upright with the intensity of it all.

he chuckles and it's like music to your ears, loving those rare little noises of his - treasuring the sounds he makes while enjoying you.

both hands are back on your hips now, guiding you, slamming you down onto him as you gasp with each thrust, "c'mon. . . give me what i want, what we both want - make a mess for me."

his words hit you like a command, a call to arms - you will cum for him, make a mess of him and his sheets. you're calling his name into the skin of his neck as you cry out, feeling the orgasm beginning to tear through you.

and he can feel it, feel how you convulse and clamp down on his dick, causing him to gasp. he's moaning, groaning, words catching at the back of his throat as he tries to continue to talk you through it - but he can't. you're fucking him too good, he's gonna cum too.

ropes and ropes of white hot cum fill you, pushed deeper and deeper by his faltering thrusts as his dick twitches with each spray. you gasp, writhing against him as he holds you firmly in place, pulling you down one last time and holding you there as he empties into you completely.

you're whimpering, whining, body jerking as the intensity increases as you roll your hips, riding out the last of your orgasm until you're both left a panting, sweaty mess.

"holy fuck. . ." he whispers into the air, closing his eyes to centre himself, world spinning.

meanwhile, you can't even talk, can't even think about forming words, mind instead occupied with feeling his hot cum dripping out of you.

logan pets the back of your head, stroking your hair gently in an attempt to help you come back into the moment. he wants to thank you, but that's never been his strong suit. instead, he kisses the crown of your head, peppering kisses down along your forehead as he hooks his thumb and forefinger under your chin to bring your face closer to his.

he looks into your hazy, exhausted eyes, his own gaze full of love and appreciation. this is what he lives for - watching you bathe in the afterglow, being lucky enough to look into your eyes every day, being blessed enough to have you here like this.

you greet him with a sleepy, almost bashful smile.

he smiles too, and god, butterflies blossom deep within your stomach. you love him, you love him tired, you love him angry, you love him grumpy, you love him on his back, on top - whatever, you just love him.

"you're too good for me," he whispers as his lips find your forehead once more.

you know those words are his way of saying thanks, but you shake your head in protest, "stop that, not another word."

logan looks into your eyes, really looks at you, those soft hazel hues meeting your gaze. he simply smiles in silence as his hand drifts to your cheek.

the room falls into a comfortable silence, and you wonder how logan ever let you this close. but you don't care, all you care about is taking care of him.

and you will, for as long as he lets you.

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Coming back to suggest a little bonus for my latest fic Since I’ve Been Loving You— this is the live performance I imagined when writing it! For any classic rock followers♡

my three year long led zeppelin phase I had five years ago is to blame for this

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Since I’ve Been Loving You

Logan Howlett x fem!reader (4.2k words)

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| Summary: The ruggedly handsome regular at your bartending job shows mutual interest in you by offering you on a date. You later decide to invite him on a second one to a rock concert where things get heated between you two when the adrenaline is high..♡ You are also hiding that you are a mutant with a slight ability to manipulate time— little to Logan’s knowledge.

| Content/Tags: NSFW! MDNI 18+ only, older!logan, age gap (reader is in their 20s), mutant!reader, all the sexual tension, some slight exhibitionism, scent kink, so many terms of endearment from logan, brief mention of weed (it’s the 70s), oral sex (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll), creampie, logan talks you through it, the claws accidentally come out to play a little..♡ (he scratches up your headboard), reader seems tough but turns to mush around him, this quickly got filthier than intended

| Authors note: Hii! Omgosh this got away from me. This is my first fic in a whileee so I’m rusty but I was inspired to say the least, I hope it’s still enjoyable! Feedback is appreciated:) (I don’t have a proofreader so please lmk if there’s any mistakes, I would love new mutuals to share works with!!) I wanted to set this somewhere between DOFP and Origins sooo like 1970-1975, with time-appropriate music of course :) I also imagine reader has an ability somewhat similar to Quicksilver just a bit more.. advanced? I had to write this— I just know Logan loves some older music ♡

Mwah enjoy!~

last week

—

“Would you like a ride darlin’?”

He asks with amusement as you watch the smoke from his cigar slowly expel from his lips

You had only innocently asked about his motorcycle he always parked at the front of your work, sitting nice and shiny in the large windows of the bar front. It was clearly a hobby of his, with how well-kept and spotless it always appeared

“Oh, well.. yeah! I think I’d like that”

You stammered back with a nervous smile, not realizing the silly feelings you had for your regular might actually be reciprocated

You find your mind drifting back to that day often, imagining his ruggedly handsome features and charm up close as he showed off his bike. The way he smelled of leather, cigars, and cedar wood. His warm presence as you pressed into his body on the bike, the cooling contrast of the wind in your hair—

yesterday

—

Like clockwork, you heard the loud roar of his motor outside the front, soon met with the familiar face of your stupidly attractive regular. You wouldn’t admit it but you loved whenever he’d drift in, since his company was a pleasant break from some nightmarish shifts

You greet him with a warm smile

“Your usual Mr. Howlett?”

A rhetorical question really, since you were already sliding a glass of his preferred whiskey to his signature barstool before he could even slide into the seat.

You swore you saw his eyes flash at you with how formally you addressed him

“Thank you, doll” He nods with the faintest chuckle

You watch as he drapes his jacket over the back of his chair, taking a seat before you

“Don’t imagine I’d get service like this anywhere else” he adds, a slight smirk visible on his face

“Is this why you always turn up here, to bother me?— There’s plenty of nicer bars in town” you offer him teasingly as you organize some shelves, glassware clinking in your hands

“Of course.” He stares you down with a certain intensity, one that sends shivers up your spine but delights you all the same

You give him a lovely smile and knowing glance before attending to your other customers

As you’re working your shift you can’t help but constantly slip gazes over to the older male as he mulls over his drink for a while

Unbeknownst to you he’s always been doing the same. Sneaking glances here and there when you stoop over to pick out a bottle, or how you bend just a bit farther down when you wipe off the counter in front of him

He notices your little stares and advances, taking it as an invitation to check you out as well

Slowly the customers dwindle as the night begins its end and he turns his gaze back to you

You work up the courage to saunter back over to him, again placing your arms on the counter in a way that exposes your chest just a little more for the older man

“So, how does a brooding man like yourself spend his weekends besides working on motorcycles?”

Amusement lights up his face as he slowly shifts his gaze to yours. He twirls his cigar in his fingers letting the aroma fill the bar and quirks his brow

“Didn’t know you were interested in that sort of thing doll”

God the rasp in his voice sent pangs straight down your center. You found it criminal that he was normally a man of few words, which is why you made a point to spark conversation with him every visit

“Well, it can’t be much with how often you turn up here” you send another playful jab at him, sensing he loved the back and forth between you too

“Is that what you think?” the corner of his mouth upturned at your remark

You reach into your apron pocket pulling out two tickets to a local rock concert, placing them on the counter sliding them towards him

“The owner held a raffle recently for these, but the winners never showed up to claim them. He left them to me instead— you interested?”

You watched as he silently read the tickets in front of him

Led Zeppelin - Single V.I.P. admission

“Hmm. Surprised a sweet girl like you would be into something like this”

He speaks almost as if he’s hinting at something else, and you shoot him a questioning glance

Into someone like me? Is that what he almost said? Sure he’s older, but you couldn’t deny the charm he had laid on you the past couple of weeks, you couldn’t keep your mind off him

“You’d be surprised” you confidently shot back

You watch as his smile widens, and you know you’ve won him over

It was an educated guess, but you almost knew he’d be into this sort of thing from your couple weeks of getting to know him

“How could I turn down a pretty girl such as yourself?” He states as he smoothly picks up one of the tickets

You barely recognize yourself as you mentally squeal in excitement—

“Why don’t we take another ride then, I can pick you up darlin’?”

You didn’t even try masking your excitement by flashing him a bright smile,

“I’d be delighted”

You gave him your address before he walks out, brushing his hand with your own as you handed him the piece of paper. You watch as he pockets it along with the ticket before grabbing the door,

“Tomorrow at 8, and be ready doll” he teases with a slight upturn of his mouth

“Perfect”

today

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As you sit at your vanity you tried easing your nerves while putting on makeup for your second outing tonight. It proved difficult when all you could think about was the past few days you’ve spent with your date

You were pulled back to reality when you accidentally smeared your mascara, drawing a black streak below your eye

Fuck-

—

Once you finished getting ready you gave yourself a once-over in the mirror

You were satisfied with your outfit, going for cute with a little bit of edge that would hopefully catch your date’s eye. A hint that maybe you weren’t as innocent as you put on— So you finish by putting on your favorite jewelry and perfume

It seemed pointless to bother much with your hair, a simple but functional style seemed fine knowing you’ll end up riding his bike there anyway

Soon enough that familiar roar reaches your ears as you grab your things, the butterflies in your stomach reaching a peak

Okay y/n, you literally see him every other day, why be nervous now?

You tried to pull yourself together before stepping outside watching him prop up his bike

You’re greeted with the confident side smirk you’ve now become accustomed to from him

“Hey darling” You watch as his eyes run over your figure

“I have to admit you look beautiful tonight”

You also shamelessly check him out in the glow of the street lights. Thankfully there was a cool breeze in the night to help ease your racing mind

He wore an outfit similar to what he normally does, a plain tee with a nice pair of form-fitting bootcut jeans and his boots. Yet this time he wore a brand new leather jacket you hadn’t seen before

It suited him perfectly, and you could swear his hair was a bit neater than usual— Almost.. feline-like? You wanted to reach out and touch those tufts of hair

“You don’t clean up so bad yourself” you compliment him softly

“Shall we, sweet thing?” He offers a genuine smile and a hand to help you on the bike

He holds your grasp and slides your arm around him, squeezing your hand a bit as he does so in a reassuring way

“Don’t get shy on me now sweetheart” you can hear his smile in his voice

Damnit, why was he so cocky and endearing at the same time.

You were thankful you were behind him so he couldn’t see your now rose-tinted cheeks

And was that… cologne..? The woodsy notes hit your nose making you want to bury your face in the back of his leather jacket

You give in, pressing your chest against him squeezing back a bit tighter

“That’s more like it doll” he says before starting his bike

—

You finally make it to the venue, getting in and securing a spot at the barricade. Excitement and adrenaline coursed through your veins being this close, you always loved music and had a decent vinyl collection at home

To pass the time you made that a point of conversation, sharing music interests with the older man beside you

Soon you were cheering as lights flashed and the band finally came out onstage— the familiar riff of ‘Whole Lotta Love’ began filling the venue

Your excitement peaked as you turned to smile wide at Logan, who seemed just as entertained. You couldn’t help but stare as the stage lights cast his rugged features in the prettiest glow..

He notices and shares your smile, even if it’s just from seeing the sheer joy light up your face

You watched the band own the stage as you sang along to ones you knew, having the time of your life. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t turned on by the atmosphere, as concerts sometimes affected you. The vibrations that went through your body from the speakers, heat from the pyro, the intimacy shown by the artists with their instruments.. The adrenaline gave you a euphoric feeling you couldn’t ignore

You also snuck glances back at Logan when you could, where he seemed to be feeling it as well, humming along here and there but mostly just enjoying the music. Yet there seemed to be something unreadable about him, bothering him; like something was on his mind

Little to your knowledge, despite the incredible show he had in front of him he still couldn’t seem to stop watching you, how your hair shined in the light, how your eyes lit up at certain songs, how your pretty lips mouthed the lyrics.. your intoxicating scent as you stood so close to him…

—

As the night went on and the push of the crowd became more intense, Logan eventually found his way behind you, pulling you in and protecting you from others around you

He had one arm wrapped around you grabbing the barricade as his other hand found its way to your side, making sure you felt secure— your own personal bodyguard

It suddenly became hard to ignore the warmth of his hands, his touch..

Trying to brush it off you became mesmerized by the guitarist’s hands that would effortlessly glide across the frets, wondering if the older gentlemen behind you could play with you that masterfully as well—

Alright, not helping you think, mentally chastising yourself

You watch the haze from the fog machine ripple and dance across the stage floor while trying to divert your mind from where it was leaning

But it was useless, he was all consuming and the atmosphere had you needing more, you could feel the heat in you rising

A sensual wail of the guitar started the intro to ‘Since I’ve Been Loving You’

You’re pulled back to the moment as you recognize one of your favorites and jump in excitement before accidentally falling back into Logan—

Your ass brushes up against his jeans, earning a grunt from him that you faintly pick up on

“Careful there princess” he nicely warns with a chuckle in that delightfully raspy voice of his

..Fuck

As the singer’s moans fill the stadium you suddenly lose all inhibition

You’re not sure if it’s the effect of all the weed pervading the air or just the undeniably sultry energy of the concert that sparks your confidence, but you find yourself chasing that feeling, slowly dancing back up onto him further grinding your ass to the music on his front

You feel hypnotized by him, how he makes you feel, making you want to show him just how much you desire him

There’s pressure at your sides as he grips you with urgency—

He presses impossibly closer as the singer softly rings out,

“‘Cause I love you, baby”

His hands roam your curves, finding their way to the top of your hips

“How I love you, darling”

You feel as his chest and lower half press into you-

“How I love you, baby”

Then the tickle of his facial hair as he leans in beside you, his lips grazing against the sensitive curve of your ear—

“My beloved little girl, little girl”

“Sweet thing— you trying to end this night early?” he nearly growls in your ear with a soft grunt

It’s at this moment that you feel the hardness of his arousal start to press into your behind

..

That did it.

It was instantaneous, in just a flicker time seemingly stopped and creeped

The crowd was moving in slow motion, and the band even played at a delayed pace, the slowed tempo surprisingly still sounding just as seductive

It was like you and Logan were at the center of the ripple, all the other surrounding waves flowing a bit more slowly. Everything and everyone else around irrelevant besides the two of you in this moment

Logan took a cautious glance around before he centered his attention back on you as you turned to face him, the only other person unaffected

His slight shock mostly eased after he realized it was coming from you, and his eyebrows upturn in slight amusement,

“You have some explaining to do doll”

He stares into you with that same intensity, filled with only lust and intrigue

“I’m- sorry I- it just happens, sometimes I can’t control it..” you are completely mortified, the deep scarlet shade he had just made you has now faded pale

Logan is quick to cup your jaw swiping his thumb gently across your lower lip as he watches intently

“Shh sweetheart, don’t worry. I’m like you”

You stare back at him with wonder in your eyes and a small wave of reassurance washes over you

“You.. have abilities too?”

Logan’s hand slides forward to cup your chin now, keeping your gaze on him

“..Yeah, I can sense well enough that you want to get out of here..

..and that those panties of yours are nearly soaked through, doll”

You cursed yourself as you let out a faint gasp telling him all he needed to know. That yes, you were needing to be bent over by the hands of this man. Now.

Could he…. smell your arousal..?

“Logan…”

If you hadn’t been entirely entranced by his charm you may have hit his chest but desire overtook your spite as you both found each other in the middle, tugging at his jacket while he gripped your hips even harder

Suddenly your senses were filled with Logan as you shared a searing kiss, not wasting much time before your tongues were mingling, feeling out each others need

God, it was just as you imagined, a hint of whiskey laced with his cigars but you didn’t mind at all, it only spurred on your arousal

Against everything in your being, you finally willed yourself to pull away as your mind screamed for oxygen, leaving you staring up at him breathlessly

“What do you say, sweetheart.. it’s a bit crowded here for what I’d like to do with you” he implies

You practically rip at his sleeves trying to tug him away

“We’re ending the show early…”

You’d never seen a more lust-driven smirk on the face of the older man as he happily agreed, taking your hand in his to lead you back out of the venue

As soon as you stepped out of the crowd it happened once again. Quicker than a snap of your fingers the band had continued their regular tempo, the crowd moving with them

Logan gives you a quick smile as you’re walking out “That’s quite the talent there”

You pouted, “You still haven’t really told me yours”

He chuckles to himself “Later, doll”

You make a swift exit, both finding it hard to keep your hands off each other on the drive home (that you may have helped speed up with your abilities)

—

The moment you step in your door he’s onto you, letting his hands roam once more as you’re sharing soft moans through another passionate kiss

He grips your ass and tugs at your thighs as he presses your back to the wall, hiking you up to straddle him as he holds you

He does this without breaking your kiss before finally pulling back, the silent question written on his face

Which room princess?

You gasp after telling him since he’s already hoisting you up and carrying you to your bedroom

He’s gentle as he lays you down on the bed kissing you a bit more sweetly this time

“Let’s give the pretty bartender what she’s been wanting, yeah?”

You blush as he slowly and painstakingly takes off your shirt, bra, then pants yet still takes a moment to drink in your figure

“Wish you would’ve showed interest earlier princess, could’ve been pleasuring you all along”

He smirks and says while peppering you in kisses, from your jaw to your neck, around your breasts, down your stomach, and right above your panty line

Fuck, he wanted to please you first..

He has you gasping as he places his mouth on your core through your panties, giving it his full attention with open mouth kisses

The way his nose rubs onto your clit as he lavishes in the scent of your arousal makes your head spin

“Fuck princess.. had my dick twitching all night knowing how much this sweet little pussy was crying for me”

You turn your head blushing a deep red knowing that he could sense it all along..

“Couldn’t.. help it…”

Until all you hear and feel is the rip of fabric as he grabs at your hips pulling your tattered panties from your body

“L- Logan!”

“Mmm don’t worry princess, I’ll buy you as many new pairs as you please” he gives you that salacious grin again before pausing in awe at your exposed pussy for a moment

“Such a pretty mess..”

He thankfully spares you from more of his teasing as he lovingly places a sweet kiss on your clit before licking up your wetness

It doesn’t take long before you’re running your fingers through his hair, gripping at the tufts you were admiring earlier

Your soft moans encouraged him on as he’d lowly growl into your pussy, the vibrations making you tremble

Your eyes are screwed shut as you feel what you thought was his finger entering you, only to see that he was tongue deep inside of you

If there’s one thing you’d take from this night it’d be just how breathless this man can leave you just with his mouth. He proved he’s not a shy eater at all, moaning onto you as his tongue coaxed deep into you

You couldn’t take it, seeing how much he was enjoying it, how he felt even better than you’d imagined, it twisted the knot in your stomach until it finally snapped

“F-fuck!” You cry out, his name spilling from your lips while he continues, letting you ride out your high

You watched as he pulled back reveling in his work, his hair now ruffled with a glisten to his beard

“You sound even prettier than any melody I’ve heard tonight sweetheart” he smiles down at you

You’re catching your breath as you notice his cock pressing what seemed painfully at his jeans, begging to be freed

You manage to sit up, wanting more of him

Once you get his boxers down to his thighs you can’t help the look on your face

He hung with a heavy girth, veins wrapping around his thick length meeting at a blushed tip

A twinge of fear and exhilaration hit you but you look up at him with pleading eyes regardless

“Need you now.. don’t want to wait any longer..”

He’s already on it, more than happy to give you just what you desire, positioning you in front of him lining up with your entrance

It was still a bit of an adjustment as he eased in despite his tongue already stretching you out oh so nicely

He took it slow for you and watched your pretty expression turn up in pleasure while he fully hilted himself inside you. He sets a steady pace, watching how nicely he eases in and out of you, slick with your arousal

“Just like that princess, taking me so well”

He starts to quicken his thrusts hitting you where you need him sending your eyes to the back of your head

There’s pressure again as he has an almost bruising grip on your hips, angling them up to take him in deeper

You cry out and can only manage a mantra of his name, praising him for how well he was fucking you

“Yes, yes, yes Logan- fuck”

He leans in, one hand with a firm grip on your thigh while the other dipped into the bed beside your flushed face, the slapping of his hips against yours ringing through your ears

“Bet this is what you’ve been daydreaming about when you eye me up and down at the bar, huh?

—

Oh I’ve noticed, you’ve been wondering if this older man can treat you right yeah?”

His onslaught on your pussy never falters as he continues to fuck deeply into you—

“Well then tell me princess, who’s making this pretty little pussy feel so good right now?”

You swear right then he would be the death of you. While trying to find the air in your lungs you meet his gaze with lustful half-lidded eyes

“Only y-you Lo- fuck!”

You cry out again as his tip grazes an extra sensitive spot and you feel the intense heat in you burn impossibly hotter

You couldn’t keep up, his sinful tongue was going to push you over the edge once again

“Please.. need to cum on it so bad”

You can see his composure slip a bit before he rests his forehead on yours, purely focusing on pleasuring you in every way

“God, you’re irresistible doll… c’mon, I know you can give me more”

He lets one hand that was gripping your thigh travel down past your navel to exactly where you needed him. His fingers reach your sensitive clit, drawing circles in just the right pattern

You truly were his instrument in this moment and he was playing you masterfully, eliciting every pretty sound he could get from you. Though the crescendo to your melody was coming fast as you felt the mind-numbing heat pool over in your stomach

“Please don’t stop please don’t stop pleasepleaseplea—” you plead with him

The intense wave of desire slams into you like a wall that sends you jerking around him

“Ffuck, L-Logan!”

You twitch and arch your hips as you ride out your high, the pleasure almost too much making your head spin

“Yeah princess juusst like that, mhhmph fuck…. keep squeezing me like that and you’re gonna make me cum too doll”

Grunts and growls flow from his mouth as he continues to fuck you through it

“Inside me Lo- please.. want to feel even more of you” you weakly manage

“Ooh-“ he grunts as his voice falters, his jaw is slack in pleasure

Snikt

The sudden sharp sound pulls your attention back to him. You look up to see him gripping the headboard, an unreadable expression on his face

A feral growl escapes him through gritted teeth and you hear the wood creak under his grip

“F-fuck ah, shit. Fuuck y/n-“

Just a couple more thrusts before he’s over, giving you all he has to give while groaning so deliciously in your ear. You feel him spill out around you coating your thighs

You stay like that for a moment, his forehead pressed against yours while still sheathed deep inside you

You watch his chest rise and fall, his pecs and arms glistening with a light sheen of sweat

He eventually pulls back again taking a moment to admire his work, all of him smearing and dripping down your thighs

“Simply beautiful, princess”

You’re gasping for air but can’t help looking behind you, staring in disbelief at your headboard that now has visible claw marks on it

And for the first time of the night or any for that matter you see embarrassment wash over his face

“I’m.. so sorry princess I promise I’ll fix that for you..”

You stare until all you can do is burst out, breathlessly giggling at him,

“That’s also quite the talent” you tease him back

“Hey now, I didn’t laugh at you doll. You’re not the only one that slips up off their guard once in a while”

His expression softens at your bright, wide smile knowing you’ve already forgave him. He shares a warm lighthearted chuckle and smile with you admiring your post-sex glow. Yeah, he could get used to seeing this every day

—

After both of you take a moment to clean you up he lays beside you for a while cradling you, his warmth and presence still so intoxicating. You think for a moment you wouldn’t feel this kind of security and belonging with anyone other than Logan.

“You know, I wouldn’t mind slowing time down a bit, making this last forever..”

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