#fork!logan

YES YOU GET IT. Logan doesn't know he's a fork, but he does suspect it. He's hooked up with one or two girls in the past that were cakes, but not super strong cakes. He wanted to hook up with the, again, see them again, taste them again, but they kept thinking that meant a relationship. He tried to explain he doesn't want a relationship, he just wants to repeatedly have sex with them and- yeah that didn't go well. obviously. so he set up his whole casual thing, figuring if he casts a wide enough net he'll find a few different cakes he can kind of go between, and he can bounce around between other girls in the mean time.

then he met you.

Logan swears he could smell you, your sweet, delicious cake taste the moment he laid eyes on you. but you were very, very hard to get. he just got this gut feeling, he refused to give up on you, pulled out all the stops. Eventually you're at that stupid costume party with Robert and Logan's already on his second drink - another smooth, smoky single malt scotch on the rocks - when he manages to get you alone. He pulls you away into some dark corner and finally kisses you.

Maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's just you, but your taste explodes on Logan's tongue. He actually groans into the kiss like some horny fucking teenager. of course you push him away once you come to your senses and he's still fully going to town on you because you came here with one of his friends for god's sake, but Logan doesn't care. He's gone from determined to absolutely desperate. He's losing his smooth, calm and collected edge. he's practically begging you to just get out of here. not with stupid fucking robert, with him. He'll call a car, he'll take you wherever you want to go. Paris, New York, the Maldives, Bora Bora, the Swiss alps, anywhere as long as you go with him. he'll keep kissing you like that, he'll sweet talk you into it cause he's Logan for god's sake, and before you know it he has you pinned under him on a private plane to Italy. He can't explain it, what you do to him, how you fucking taste, but he's not the same after that night. After that trip. he loses all interest in other women. No one can believe what they're seeing, that Logan Huntzberger, mr. noncommittal keep things casual playboy of the century is dropping every other girl like they don't even exist, is begging you to just give him a chance, be exclusive with him. and honestly you know you're fucked. there's no way you could possibly turn him down when he's this into you, when he's gone down on you way more times than you've actually fucked, when he fucks his tongue past your lips like it's the most delicious thing in the world.