#logansluvr

I heard you're back together and if that's true

you'll just have to taste me when he's kissin' you

IN ALL HONESTY SOMEWHERE IN THE BACK OF your mind you knew it was coming. It was nice to indulge in the fantasy though. You indulged in it as an ode to your past self ( you from a year ago ) when you realized that what you thought of Logan was more than a crush. The opportunity presented itself so sinfully you thought it had to be some sort of hallucination.

You couldn’t say no, after all you still had that ode to your past self and deep down you felt…comforted. Comforted in the fact that Logan had thought about you in that way — though that thought diminished soon enough.

At first it was nice, Logan treated you right even if there was something a little off about it. He took you out on occasion, made you laughed, hell he even laughed with you.

There was a point after three months where he began to not mind falling asleep in your bed — even if he acted a little colder the day after it happened.

There were nights when he would be extra tense after a small rescue mission, or after something happened during the day.

He’d take it out on you by burying himself inside of you, biting down on your chest in places clothes covered — other times he’d just bury his head between your thighs taking his time in making you fall apart over and over.

But after nights like those he wouldn’t even look you in the eyes directly. It seemed that only a half a year into your relationship you realized something odd. Certain people in the halls would stare at you with pity, Scott Summers barely looked you in the eyes and even the professor seemed like each word he said to you he was internally wincing.

It was only one night after a particularly rough mission that you had pieced most of it together. Once you were in your room you recalled the high tension between Scott, Jean, and Logan. Most of the time you felt like you a Ororo were missing a big piece of something — especially with the way they’d all go at each other.

You were grateful he had the decency to tell you rather than ignore you, you weren’t even paying attention. Too busy trying to hold back tears — ones you were confused on having.

He muttered something along the lines of you being too young and he just isn’t ready for something like that. You didn’t care, it was a bunch of bullshit. You didn’t need telepathy to know that.

Once he shut the door behind him you had walked to the shower, turned it on, stepped inside with your clothes on, and cried. For a minute you didn’t even realize why you were crying until you had the realization that it was because you felt more for him than you initially let yourself believe.

The days after that everyone sensed the tension, Logan tried to act normal. You however, you just simply brushed him off — he didn’t need to know that he had seriously fucked with your mental. You were going to act normal, act like it didn’t affect you.

It was bad enough the professor looked at you with sympathy the day after your crying session.

On the bright side he fixed your schedule around so you’d see less of Logan.

The week following the breakup you realized he hadn’t even waited that long before he was already crowding Jean — that’s when you realized it wasn’t one big coincidence Scott was meaner at the same time Logan was crowding the Dr.

You had unfortunately turned down the hallway about a week and a half after the breakup, patting a student on the shoulder after they had bombarded you with questions. You were going to meet Scott, his next class in coordination with yours.

But as you glanced at the end of the hall you saw him. Standing next to her, arm on the wall as he smiled down at her. Staring like she was the only thing in the room — you could almost hear the swish of the trees outside, an affect from the anger simmering beneath you.

Thankfully someone stepped out of the classroom you were about to enter. It was one about halfway down the hall, and it seemed to draw both your attention and the attention of couple practically eye fucking at the end of the hallway.

Scott glanced at them, thankful for his sunglasses so they couldn’t see the glare on his face before he turned towards you. Clenching his jaw he walked towards you, handing you the lesson plan he had worked up.

You were far too busy reading over the sheet to notice the gaze burning holes into your back — but Scott wasn’t. And as he glanced over his shoulder he found Logan Howlett staring directly at you.

And a Jean grey staring at him staring at you.

It was only about three weeks after the breakup when something seemed to change. You hadn’t truly been feeling better but you were getting there — busying yourself with other things. Working more on your abilities and working on your training.

You were none the wiser to the situation happening between the two people you’d successfully stopped feeling hatred for. You stopped the avoidance thing about two weeks after the breakup, the mansion was big but not that big.

While it didn’t outwardly bother you that much, other people seemed to notice a tense thing between the couple anytime you were in the vicinity.

There was a day when it seemed like everything went from bad to worse between them. It was a nice day outside and Jean found herself in Logan’s arms, holding onto him whilst his lips pressed against hers.

Her hands were tangling in his hair whilst they swapped whatever DNA they were hoping to swap. And when they pulled away to catch their breath her eyes remained closed, a small furrow in her brow as her tongue ran over her lips.

If someone were to ask her, she’d say she was hallucinating.

Because she could’ve sworn she tasted cherry lipgloss on Logan’s lips — cherry lipgloss she didn’t own.

Yet as her tongue darted out to lick her lips again, it was gone. Her eyes cracking open to find Logan’s gaze over her shoulder, and when she spun around to glance at what had got his attention there you were.

There you always were.

Oblivious to the fact that Logan was watching you. Oblivious to the fact that wherever you showed up he seemed to only look at you the way he used to look at Jean. Oblivious to the fact that all you had to do was enter the same room and all of the sudden his attention was on you.

And it wasn’t on purpose, cause there was a moment where your mental forces had slipped and she probed. And when she dug deeper she only find pure oblivion, it made it all the harder to spite you.

She could ignore if she wanted too, and she tried. For a while. But every-time she kissed him, there was that lingering feeling of tasting cherry lipgloss.

The same cherry lipgloss she watched you apply in a mirror in the hallway.

And she swore your perfume lingered on him even if it had been weeks since you’d been within five feet of him.

Every time you close your eyes

And feel his lips, you're feelin' mine

And every time you breathe his air

Just know I was already there

this was short Ik but I’m currently crying because I had a smut with over 6.k words and HALF OF IT DIDNT SAVE?!??!?

“You’re practically family , just make yourself at home.”

He really should feel guilty, disgusted even.

Your father was a kind man, one who opened his arms to the mutant. Treated him normally and began to pull him into the family. It got to a point where Logan was invited to all family events, outings and dinners — so he should feel like shit.

But god how could he when he ends up like this?

The second your father had pulled out of the driveway it was only seconds before Logan went looking for you. Finding you in the depths of your room lying on your bed, dress riding up as you absentmindedly skimmed through a magazine.

He had slipped inside the space and shut the door, the sound causing you to sit up. Your eyes peered up at him through your lashes, that same damn look on your face everytime you looked at him. He had no idea what that look meant but hell would have to freeze over before he told you to stop it.

Within seconds he already has his lips on yours, a force so bruising but so deliciously addictive. He sat on the edge of your bed, hands resting on the exposed skin of your thighs as he lightly bit down on your bottom lip.

The pressure caused you to let out a small huff of pleasure and he took the opening as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Exploring every inch of you as your hands found purchase on his shoulders, catching the taste of cigars and whiskey lingering on his tongue.

Logan pulled back and his half lidded eyes stared back at your own before he began to kiss down your cheek to your jaw. His hands slid under and up your dress and his large hands squeezed the flesh of your ass.

Hard enough to make you whimper into his mouth, a satisfied sigh leaving his nose before your hands tugged on the hair at the nape of his neck. At the motion he used his teeth the graze the skin under your jaw.

You could feel the subtle scrape of his facial hair as he pressed heated kissed along your neck down to your collarbone. Your hips subconsciously rocked forward when he teethed at a spot on your neck — the movement making him groan into it.

You could feel the noticeably large bulge in his jeans, wearing nothing but a pair of panties under your dress. Panties that began to form a slight damp spot as you tried to desperately repeat the motion.

One of his hands held onto your hip, tight enough to stop you from moving while his other hand moved towards the neckline of your dress. It wasn’t extremely low, but it wasn’t high at all and it gave him the perfect amount of room to tug the fabric down.

He pulled it down enough so your nipples weren’t exposed, just about teetering on the edge of it as he lowered his mouth to the newly exposed skin. Without warning he bit down and you cried out, hips jerking forward only to be stopped by his harsh grip.

As quick as the sting came it was soothed quickly by the warmth of his tongue. You felt the sting again and the feeling made you tug harshly at the hair between your fingers. Logan’s head jerking back with something of a moan at the feeling of you pulling on his hair.

“Logan.” Your voice was full of need, a need for him. And instead of responding to you he continued to suck his way around your chest, grinning against it as he felt your hips twitch in desperation.

The damp spot on your panties seemed to grow by the minute and Logan could smell the arousal dropping off of you. It was overwhelming, the scent of how bad you needed him, the tiny breathless whimpers that were leaving your lips — he could feel his restraint slipping.

“Pleas- mm.” You squirmed on his lap pleading with him before managing to trap his lips against yours for a moment. “Nu-uh sweetheart, not now.” Both of his hands returned to your hips, and he watching with taunting eyes as you pouted.

Watching your face carefully he lifted his hips up the slightest and he watched as your brows pinched at the feeling. “Lo-“ Logan’s hand tangled in your hair, pressed right against the scalp and he tugged. Your head tilted up just enough for his breath to mingle with yours.

“M’not gonna fuck you sweetheart. Not now. For now you’re gonna take what I give you.” You nodded, anything was good, perfect even. Logan watched the desperation in your eyes with a grin, his sweet girl always wanted him and he made sure of that.

His hands adjusted themselves on your hips under your dress, the fabric bunched up around his hands. Logan spread his legs nudging yours further apart pulling you upwards so you hovered over him. He made quick work of unlatching his belt and pushing his jeans to his ankles.

“Can’t have ya making a mess on em.” Was all he muttered before pulling you back down. Your clothed clit was sat right against the large bulge in his underwear, slick beginning to seep onto the fabric.

Leaning forward you crashed your lips into Logan’s, tongues meeting each other before you felt his hands push your hips forward sliding against his painfully hard cock. Your clit dragged against it, the feeling making you let out a moan into Logan’s mouth.

He grunted whilst slipping his hands back to the globes of your ass, kneading the flesh with a harsh grip. Your hips moved on their own, as you moved them forward Logan raised his hips to meet your movements.

The friction was addictive and the breathy whines and whimpers spilling past your lips was proof. Logan pulled his lips from yours set on the exposed skin of your chest, the feeling of his hot breath on your skin had you rocking back and forth at a better pace.

Logan’s hips rocked upwards to further the pleasure between you two — relishing in the way he could feel the slick dripping from your cunt onto his clothed cock. The fabric between you was damp and a mix of his pre-cum and your arousal.

His eyes strayed down and he couldn’t help the primal groan that left his lips at the sight of your panties so sticky and slippery they stuck to your aching pussy.

“That’s it.” He cooed all whilst distracted by the sight.

Your fingernails were digging into his shoulders, no doubt leaving crescent moons in their wake and it was times like these that made him despise his ability to heal.

The room was filled with nothing but heavy pants, breathy moans and groans along with the sound of your bed creaking ever so slightly.

Logan’s eyes remained on the sight between your thighs and one of his hands slid up your back, pushing your head down a bit so your eyes were also redirected to the intoxicating sight.

A moan fell out involuntarily and the friction on your aching clit was causing your lower abdomen to heat up, desperate hole clenching around nothing. It was almost like he could sense it too, the way the ends of his lips tugged upwards for a moment.

“I know baby.” His other hand trailed up and down your thighs in a false attempt to soothe. Though all it did was leave goosebumps despite how hot it was in your room. “Please Logan.”

You practically cried it out, you’d take anything he would give you but being like this only made your want for him grow more. You wanted to feel all of him.

The thoughts swirling in your head caused you to slow momentarily but before you could say anything you felt a stinging sensation on your ass. The shock causing you to cry out and your hips moved forward from the impact.

Logan’s hands returned to your waist in a harsh grip, now controlling all your movements. “Greedy girl huh? Can’t even take what I give you without askin for more?” His words came out gritted through his teeth, his pace a little harsher than your own.

And you tried to apologize, you really did but all that came out of your mouth was a moan. One so sweet it nearly had him slipping through his restraints, one that nearly made him flip you over and just shove himself deep inside of you.

But he just had to remind himself why he hadn’t yet. You weren’t ready for all of him just yet, and he didn’t want to ruin his plans by being impulsive like that.

“I-mmg- I’m sorry s’just-“ you stumbled over your words as you were being pushed to the edge. “Feels good.” Logan’s head lulled forward, forehead resting on your chest as he felt his cock twitch.

He could smell how close you were to gushing all over his lap — but he nearly came before you when his name rolled off your lips in an angelic moan. “M’gonna-“ you tried to get out, but Logan already knew.

“Go ahead sweetheart, cum all over my lap.” His voice was lower before he bit down on a part of your exposed chest. The feeling enough to send you over the edge and your head tossed back, eyes pinching shut as your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave.

It made your abdomen tighten and your toes curled, the feeling so overwhelming especially as Logan continued to rock your hips over his. You trembled above him as your head spun from your orgasm, your head falling forward and you dug your face into his neck.

Your whines from the overstimulation were muffled but there was just enough space between you two for Logan to watch the copious amounts of slick gush out onto his lap.

The sight alone made him feel like he was gonna cum, and in a split second he began to drag you faster over his cock. The pace made you jerk and Logan was vocal the second he felt your teeth biting his skin.

It was only there for a second before the only thing left over was the slight ache. “Fuck- do it again sweetheart.” You let out something of an exhale mixed with a giggle.

The sweet sound and the feeling of you biting down harder, purposely, made His hips abs tighten and his cock twitch under you before you felt the warm ropes of cum seeping through the fabric between you both.

His hands slowed their control of your hips, but didn’t stop completely. Logan letting out a sigh and your head lifted from the crook of his neck — eyes moving to the mess of cum between you both.

Logan’s fingers tilted your chin away from the sight ( as much as he loved to watch you watch the mess you both made ) and he placed a sweeter less hungrier kiss onto your lips.

His lips were shockingly soft against yours and you melted into it. It was short but sweet and when you pulled back his thumb ran over your sensitive clit, covered in sticky material.

A smirk on his face as he lightly patted it before flipping your dress back down. And just as casually as he had slipped in your room — he had dressed you both and slipped out of it just as the front door had opened.

“I’m back!”

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