"you wanna guess the colour of my underwear?"~✿
logan "wolverine" howlett x black!reader
there's something about a hairy man with a bad attitude that i can't resist
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"the fuck are you on about?"
"oh come on lo, just play along. i'd make me really happy if you did. com' on bubby."
dear god. logan couldn't even begin to understand why you choose NOW to play games with him.
you couldn't possibly be serious. especially now after the way you spent the entire day staring at him like a piece of meat. every glance, stare or shy little gestures, he caught. he knew you were worked up as hell.
it's not like he can't smell the arousal on you either. he's been drowning in that scent all damn day.
he smelt it peak, when he caught you staring at him during his workout. and he offered his arm, which you held onto the entire walk home.
and you were damn near suffocating him when you were sat on his lap watching some b-movie, like the rest of the couch wasn't an option. you thought you were slick with the squirms. and on top of it you had the nerve to give half ass, whispered apologies whenever he grunts cause your ass nudged his crotch.
soon logan decided it was time to put an end to your little charades. he's giving you what you want. he touched you just how you liked it; traced kisses along your jaw, hands firm on your ass, with little praises here and there. so now that he's propped up against the headboard and your straddling his waist, why the fuck do you want him to guess the underwear you got on?
"come on bubby, what do you think? is it that pretty and pink one? or that see-through one? or that thong that shows my little bunny tatt?"
"why the hell i gotta guess for bub? they'll be on the floor in a min or two." logan really didn't want to entertain this, but he knows how sulky you get when he doesn't humor you, so why not? what does he have to lose?
a lot. he had a lot to lose actually. his patience. his humor. and soon his boner, if you stopped grinding against his dick to add to the frustration, and your amusement.
why was this so hard to guess? sure, he's seen your underwear before, but he only thought of it as something to rid of. and the only ones he did remember, weren't the right damn answer. the purple one with little frills? the white lacey one? the orange one with that stupid cat doodle?
thank god you had some mercy on him and gave some hints here and there. "come on baby, i know you can do it. think tokyo." the flash of realization across logan's face had you squirming with delight.
"that black pair with the bow, huh? good choice bub. very fuckin' good choice"
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Everyone has that one childhood character crush that defined the type of characters they’re into later down the road. So who got me into the awkward nerdy type….
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