Lilly

He could wake up quick, if something triggered his senses to tell his brain there was danger, or something that needed his attention. However as he's gotten older, sleep has become more and more important- because he's gotten less and less over the years.

It takes awhile to wake him up if it isn't urgent or he doesn't have somewhere to be- so you never wake him up, because he absolutely needs his sleep or he becomes grumpier than he normally is.

You however, are a regular insomniac. You spend your nights watching tv, or reading a good book, or fulfilling some hobby that's easy enough to do in bed while Logan snores softly at your side.

You had your head in a good book when you finally felt the call of sleep, making your eyes and limbs feel heavy. Bookmarking your page and setting it on your bedside table, you clicked your lamp off shrouding the room in darkness.

You tucked yourself in bed, turning onto your side towards Logan, with a goal of snuggling into him. He stirred, head turning side to side on his pillow and lets out a noise.

For a moment, you thought he was having another nightmare. You prepared for a moment to get out of bed, in case he wakes up with his claws thrashing- it's happened before.

But the sound of your name draws your back. His voice wasn't pained, but sounded soft- almost a whimper. You kneel onto the bed, making out his face in the darkness. His lips parted, brows creased. You watched his chest rise and fall with each deep breath he takes. His body shifts, legs spreading under the blankets.

You didn't catch on at first, considering waking Logan up to make sure he was okay from whatever dream he was having. Your hand touched his arm to shake him awake, until he tips his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down his throat. He lets out a throaty moan, his hips move against the blanket and you suddenly realize what's happening.

Cautiously, you pulled the blanket back off him. He was down to just his sweats- but the erection was obvious. Straining against the fabric, you could even see a small wet spot forming, a dark color against the light grey sweats. You bit your lip was you watched his hips shift again like he was searching for friction- or maybe his movements were following his dream.

It turned you on, you didn't know Logan was the type to have wet dreams- never seen him have one as far as you were aware since you've moved in together just a few months ago. The fact that he was having wet dream about you, sent another wave of warmth through you.

"Lo?" You whispered his name, testing if he was began to wake up at all- but he seems to be deep in his dream. Your hand rested on his thigh, softly rubbing up and down as you considered your options.

You could ignore it, let him sleep and enjoy his dirty dream- and ask him in the morning if he could show you what he dreamt about.

Or

You can have a little fun yourself.

Logan once told you he didn't mind waking up to a blowjob, it's not something you've had the chance to try yet...But no time like the present.

You were fully awake now, sleep wasn't happening anytime soon. Your hand drifted to the hem of his sweats, carefully tugging them down, allowing his cock to jump out. Logan makes another noise, a grunt from his cock being exposed to the cool air of the night.

"I wonder what you're thinking about..." You hummed as your finger traced the thick vein of his shaft. You reached his tip, sticky with pre-cum and swirled your finger over the top of it. You brought your finger to your tongue, licking the mess off and humming. "Are you thinking about the other night? When we did it out in that field, below the stars? Or maybe..."

You finger pushed his cock to make it wave in the air. His stomach jumped from the feeling, making you laugh. "In the car of that parking lot? You seemed to enjoy that time a lot...."

You leaned in close, gathering spit and letting it dribble from your lips to his cock, coating his tip before giving him little kitten licks. You then blew air against it, "Or maybe you're dreaming of something brand new, that we can try?"

The stimulation made him stir, a grunt, and clenches his fist. He lets out a deep breath- he was still deep asleep, you could tell, but it's almost like he knew you were teasing him.

One hand cupped his hairy balls, while you took his tip between your lips, swirling your tongue over it. Slowly you took more of him, letting him fill up your mouth until he reaches your throat. You raised your head up and down a few times, coating him with your spit.

He was moaning louder now. Kicking his legs further apart while you sucked him off. His hands clenched at his sides and he tips his head back on the pillow, eyes squeezing shut.

You continued bobbing your head up and down, letting his cock hit the back of your throat while your tongue dragged against the thick vein. You could feel his balls draw tight, indicating he was about to cum.

Your free hand grabbed his shaft, while you sucked on his tip, stroking him quick and rough- the way you know he likes it.

His eyes shot open just as he came with a shout of your name. Whimpers and gasps for air escaping his mouth while his hand grabs a fistful of your hair, holding you in place while he shoots his load down your throat. You continued milking him dry until he tugs you off him, chest heaving, his face flushed, with sweat beading his forehead.

"Fuck-" He pushes himself up on his elbows, eyes hazy but wide. "Fuck darling, what was that?"

You licked your lips, then your fingers- cleaning what was left of his release off. "You were having a dirty dream, so I decided to help you out." You reply cheekily.

He stares at your dumbfounded, before letting out a small laugh and falling back onto the pillow. "God damn..."

You straddled him while he gathered his senses, leaning over to kiss his chin and up his jaw. His hands rested on your hips. "Did you like it?" You asked.

"Damn straight." He mutters, "In fact, if you want to make this a regular thing..."