#trilogy logan

Logan shook his head, his nostrils flaring as he sniffed the air for any unfamiliar scents, only smelling you next to him. “It’s a dead end.” 

“Let's just scope the place, and make sure there’s nothing that could give us clues.” You say stepping forward towards the old warehouse. “Maybe someone caught wind and left.” 

“Or maybe Summers is being paranoid.” 

“Logan.” 

He rolled his eyes and followed you as you continued walking to the ruined and seemingly abandoned place, his senses high on alert for any threat to you. 

You reached the door, turning the knob and slowly peering inside. It was dim, only the windows providing minimal lighting. 

Dust particles floating around inside sunbeams, and broken glass littered some areas of the floor. Crates stacked and piled. Yet the warehouse was mostly empty.

“See?” Logan says as he puts an arm around your shoulder. “Came out here for nuffin.” 

“Maybe.” You say, leaning into his warm and sturdy figure. “Look around a bit longer? It looks like there are some offices that way.” You point through a dim area where you both can barely make out a door that leads to a room. 

“We could.” He says, before turning to you, wrapping his arms around you, and lowering his head to nuzzle his nose over yours. “Or we could have some fun.” His voice turned low and suggestive, as he pulled you against his hips. 

You let out a small laugh. “You’re a real romantic. In a dusty old warehouse?” 

“We’ve done it in worse.”

Your cheeks heat up at the memories of the various locations you and Logan had…Copulated in. He was right, there were worse locations. You weren’t going to give in that easily though. Not this time.

“Mm. Go check out those offices, for me?” You say, looking up at him innocently. He raised a brow and then tilted his head back, a flare of disappointment. 

“Bossy.” He teased as he leaned back towards you. You hummed, pecking him on the lips before stepping back, a small push to encourage him to go. He gave you a wink before you watched him lumbar over to the door, lazily pushing it open and tilting his head inside curiously, before going inside completely. You watched his tall figure and tuffs of hair disappear into the darkness.

A bit of your lip and a shake of your head.

How can he be so cute just existing?

You began exploring the warehouse yourself. Searching corners and crates. The X-men have been tracking an unruly mutant group, not only have they been causing issues for non-mutants, they have been causing issues for mutants. Everything from vandalizing businesses and homes to harassing folks, to straight threatening murder. 

They caught wind of the X-men on their tail, and it’s been a game of cat and mouse. The last time they were encountered, they outsmarted the group. It left Scott holding a very serious grudge over them and he’s been determined ever since to track them down. 

He got some intel from a few friends in the area - and begged you (not Logan) to check it out. Mainly because he and Jean had a date tonight and she would be livid if he tried to cancel another date over this. Like Phoenix type of livid. 

Logan wasn’t quite pleased that his Friday afternoon was spent chasing a lead for Scott of all people but you had promised you’d do that thing he’d like later tonight if he came with you. Now, he would’ve come either way - and you both knew that - but it certainly helped to know he’d get rewarded later. 

You walked over to another stack of crates, stacked on each other like a pyramid. So far, you haven’t found anything. Not even evidence of teenagers sneaking in and partying. It struck you a little strange, considering this wasn’t too far from a nearby town. There wasn’t even graffiti on the inside or the outside. Unusual for a supposed abandoned warehouse. 

Peering over the crates, there were gaps in them, and you could see something strange inside. You bent over one of the crates, attempting to peer inside at what you’re looking at, but couldn’t get the best view.

You pulled out a small flashlight from your utility belt, clicked it on, and bent back over the crate, practically climbing into the small cave-like space that the stacked crates created. Using the flashlight, you found an unusual surface- different from the concrete floor, this surface was metal, and there was a line running down it- giving you the impression it was a hatch. 

You started to pull back, but the position you got yourself in was awkward, and you couldn’t regain your footing or push yourself back up. Leaving you trapped between the crates.

“Shit” You muttered. One hand braced against the floor to keep you from toppling completely. Embarrassment ran through you, as you know Logan will be back soon, and he’s definitely going to be teasing you about it forever.

Opting to not call out for him, to save yourself some dignity. You waited with annoyance, tapping your fingers against the floor, kicking your legs behind you. 

“Having fun down there?” Logan's voice finally breaks the mind-numbing silence. You dropped your legs, your only way to physically express your frustration. 

“I’m stuck.” You called out. There was silence. “Are you laughing?”

“No.” His voice hinted at humor. He pulled out his phone, angling it to take the perfect picture of you. You heard the sound of a camera snap.

“Logan Howlett!” You snapped. “Don’t you dare take pictures!” 

“I’m not.” He feigns an innocent voice, putting his phone back in his pocket. Stepping closer, he examines the predicament you got yourself into. “How’d you end up like this bub?” 

“I think I found a hatch but I wasn’t sure so I leaned in to get a closer look and now I can’t get out.” You explained, your voice slightly muffled by the crates surrounding you. Logan's eyes landed on your ass, and the way the spandex suit fit over it. Not the first time he’s admired it no, but he could definitely appreciate the way it looked from this angle. “Can you please help me out?”

“Yeah yeah.” He leaned over, his hands on your hips to start pulling you out. His crotch bumped against your ass, and suddenly, it was as if a light bulb appeared over his head. A devilish grin grew on his face.

He took a step back, his hands instead coming down from your hips to grip the fat of your ass, squeezing and groping each cheek.

“Howlett!” You turned your head to yell at him, but could barely make out what was going on behind you. “I swear to god- !” You yelped when you felt his hand smack across your ass. Heat came across your body, as you felt humiliated,

Mainly because it turned you on.

He delivered another smack, and then a warm chuckle, as his hands came around the front of your hips, messing with the buckle of your pants. Once he undone them, he grabbed the hem, slowly pulling them down over your ass, revealing the lacey red panties you were wearing underneath. 

He clicked his tongue, his cock getting harder at the sight. 

“Thought you only wore these on date night baby.”

“Well it’s someone's turn to do laundry this week and he hasn’t yet so..” You muttered. “Also what the actual hell are you doing?!”

“You can act as pissy as you want baby but I can see how turned on you are.” He teases, his hand coming down over your ass again, a loud Smack! echoing through the warehouse and making you flinch.

“Logan-” You whine. You bit your bottom lip, as you felt yourself losing your composure at being pissed, especially when his thumb brushed over the spot where your arousal coated your panties. 

Logan began losing himself in you as well. He teased his thumb over your clothed pussy, watching the way your thighs twitched in reaction to the barely-there stimulus. He loved these panties on you. 

But they’re gonna have to go.

Both hands grabbed the fabric; He ripped them in half, leaving them in shreds as they fall to the floor, baring your dripping cunt to him. You gasped, your hips wiggling as you tried to move a bit again but couldn’t. 

“Logan we can’t be-”

You were cut off once more, yelping as he delivered a smack against your cunt, making you flinch. 

“What was that baby?” He asks you, before smacking you again. “Got something to say?”

Tears filled your eyes as he delivered another smack, your fluids splashing against him as you became wetter and wetter. He’s definitely going to pay for this later. 

“We...Lo we should focus-” You attempt again. “Someone- something could walk in.”

There was silence before you heard the sound of a zipper. You felt his legs bump against yours and you waited for him to say something. 

A sharp gasp escaped you when you felt the all too familiar head of his cock brushing into your folds. Your heart started pounding, as you attempted to grab onto something. A soft moan escaped you as he brushed into your folds, bumping against your clit. 

“There we go, baby.” You heard him hum. “You look good like this. Pretty pussy all on display for me.” 

Parted lips as a hitched breath escapes, you, eyes half-lidded as your face burned. You wanted to be embarrassed, to be pissed at him for doing this at the worst possible time. 

Then again, you never could resist him. 

The gas station bathroom, the back alley at that one cafe, inside the jet, and that one time at the state house in one of the closets. 

He thrust his hard cock through your folds, lubing himself up with your wetness, before pushing himself into your entrance. Slowly, borderline teasing, he pushed the tip of his cock in and out of you. Your muscles tensing as you attempt to arch your back- desperate to feel all of him. 

“Fucking soaked, sweetheart. You liking this?” You heard him. “Pussys trying to suck me in, she’s desperate for me ain’t she?” 

You let out a small breath. God he never stops with that.

He finally plunged himself into you, burying himself deep inside to the hilt. 

“Fuck-” You heard him moan. “Fuck yeah…” He hissed, his hands going to your hips, squeezing them tight, pressing divots into your skin. He tipped his head back, allowing the both of you to adjust to the feeling. He felt like he was going to cum right then and there. 

“Logan-” You whined, your toes curling and knees bending as you became desperate to feel him move. You were completely helpless in your position. You could barely rock your hips or move at all, and Logan's grip kept you from doing what you could. 

He began thrusting into you at a steady pace. Your position left you squeezing him tighter than usual, making him more forceful as he thrust in and out of you. Your eyes rolled back, lips parted as pleasure coursed through your blood, barely able to keep yourself braced upwards as your body became limp on Logan's cock, your mind becoming blank as you just focused on the warm stretch of him inside you. 

“Goddamn-” He groaned, gripping your hips tighter, enough to leave bruises on your skin, that’ll he’ll kiss in apology later. He spread his feet farther apart to support his position, his hips smacking into your ass rhythmically. “Come on baby-” He hissed, as he angled himself in a way that he knew would drive you wild. “Cum for me-” 

You kicked your legs, the stimulation of his cock pounding that lovely spot inside of you over and over and over almost becoming too much. Your boots scraped into the ground, some attempt to find footing, as the tense, building feeling became to much, and you finally snapped.

You cried out as your fluids sprayed over Logan and the floor, and he moaned your name at the feeling you drenching him, your cunt pulsing and squeezing over his dick so tightly it was almost painful.

Rutting into you, he slammed inside one more time, before emptying himself inside you, coating your walls with his cum. 

Your body felt limp, your heart pounding, and blood rushing in your ears. You felt him carefully pull out of you, before his fingers came and began stuffing his cum that was leaking out of you back inside. 

“Logan-” you whined, the stimulation becoming to much. 

A warm chuckle, and you heard a zipper. You felt your ruined panties being torn off your legs, and he lifted the spandex pants back up around your hips. Then, does he carefully help you out of the space, his hand on your head to keep you from hitting it on the crates above you. 

You weakly turned around to face him, a bit dizzy from being fucked - and from being in a position that caused your blood flow to drop. He smirked at your disgruntled and flustered state.

“That was fun.” He hummed, fixing your hair a bit. “But I did miss seeing your pretty face.” 

Your pursed your lips and he hummed, leaning down to give you a kiss. As much as you tried to hold out being angry with him; you couldn’t, melting into his lips, he wrapped his arms around you, and you both began giggling like lovesick fools. 

“You’re a pervert.” You murmured, leaning into him with your arms around his waist as you felt feeling return back to your legs. Ignoring the feeling of his cum in the spandex you had on though- was not as fun.

The moment you stepped inside, all the hairs on your body stood up. You felt a presence looming in your apartment. It was pitch black inside, your curtains were pulled shut, and all the lights were off. This wasn’t how you left the place this morning. There was a lingering scent of cigars, something extremely familiar. A sinking feeling of anxiety floated down your stomach, as you squinted, fumbling in the dark for the closet lamp. Your hand found the string of a lamp and pulled the switch. 

“Welcome home.” 

Logan was sitting in your chair as if he made himself at home in your apartment. He leaned back, legs spread, the seams of his snug jeans pulling tight over his muscular thighs, his belt buckle gleaming from the lamp light reflecting on it. His arms resting on the arms of the chair, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, a glass of whiskey in one hand, holding it lazily by the rim. 

You yelped, dropping your bag and keys and covered your mouth in surprise, stumbling back. 

“Logan!” You yelled, your hands falling to your side, fists clenched. “What are you- You can’t be coming in here without telling me!” 

“I was just dropping by.” He says, swirling his drink in the glass, before bringing it up to his lips. The way he acted so casually made you nervous, your fight or flight instinct was kicking into gear. “Haven’t heard from you in awhile.” 

You met Logan Howlett a few months ago. You immediately fell for his charms, his smart mouth, and his sinisterly good looks. You went on a few dates and thought you felt a connection. Logan on the other hand though, couldn’t seem to be farther away from connecting to you. He acted aloof and stoic, rarely would he really try to connect with you during dates and you began to question whether this would go anywhere. You always put in the effort to call, plan the dates, and make the conversations. When you brought it up, he shrugged you off and his casual and uncaring demeanor turned you off immediately.  

So you dropped him.

You stopped calling, you stopped making the effort to see him. Honestly, you believed he wouldn’t notice by the way his mind always seemed to be somewhere else. Admittedly, your feelings were a bit hurt, you did really like Logan- you thought you saw something in him, that he would open up to you; but you refused to let a 3 month fling get to you. You hadn't even had sex yet, only having done oral on each other a few times.

It’d been a month since and you’ve begun to realize you made the right choice because he never reached out. 

Until now.

“Well, you could have called.” You scoffed. “Not break into my apartment! How- How did you get in here?” 

“Not important.” He clicks his tongue, moving to set his glass on the nearby table, atop a coaster. The clink of the glass made you flinch, as your stomach turned and you wondered about Logan's intentions because surely they weren’t innocent. Especially with the way his eyes were trailing down your body, staring at you like a predator looking at prey. 

“You- You should leave Logan. I’ll- I’ll call you.” You say, forcing a smile, as you bring your shaky hands to your chest, stepping back to your door. 

He smiled, stretching across his face, his head giving a little shake. “No you won’t.” he hums, tipping his chin up. With a sigh, he pushed himself up from the chair, and for a moment you felt relief as he walked towards you. His heavy footsteps weighed against the floor, a creak with each step as he stalked over to you. You moved to open the door for him, turning the knob and pulling it- but he slammed it shut, the press of his palm against the wood. His hand slid down and he turned the lock. 

You looked up at him with wide eyes as you took a few steps back from him. 

“You look scared darling.” He states, standing over you. He reached out, brushing some hair behind your ear. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

You swallowed, your hands trembling, and your heart pounding. “Then why are you here?”

“I wanted to see my girl.”

Your face fell, and you shook your head in confusion. “What? No, no Logan, I'm not your girl.” You state firmly. “You acted like you could be any less interested in me whenever we went out together.” 

He quirked a brow, a very faint twitch of his lips. 

“I mean, I tried to bring it up to you but you brushed me off. I stopped calling a month ago, did you only just now notice?” You asked in disbelief, crossing your arms. Your nerves began to disappear, as an angry confidence began to take root. “How could you sit and call me your girl when you wouldn’t tell me if you wanted us to date? Then you show up to my apartment like you care or something?” You scoffed. You stared at him, brows creased angrily and lips turned downwards in a frown. All your frustrations came out, as you began to realize that Logan had gotten under your skin more than you cared to admit. 

“You done?” He asks. You scowled.

“Logan. Leave. We are done.” You say, reaching to turn the lock and open the door. Before you knew it, his hand was on your neck as you were pushed into the wall, as his lips crashed onto yours in a messy and possessive kiss. You struggled against him, hands coming up to try to pull him off you, before you pushed at his chest, and twisted your head away. “Logan!”

“We’re done when I say we’re done.” He mutters against your lips, his breath fanning over your face and sending goosebumps through your body. You swallowed, your body trembling as you brought your hands up to his hand around your neck, gripping him gently to try to get him to loosen his grip.

“Lo, let- let me go.” You beg softly. 

“You think I didn’t care darling?” He asks quietly in a low voice, tilting his head so his lips brush along your cheek. “That's why you stopped calling?”

A quiver of your lips, as you felt your eyes water, and you nodded. He let out a soft breath, almost like he was disappointed and he tuts. 

“I care sweetheart.” He says softly. “I’m gonna show you that I really care.” 

His lips pressed to yours, and you kissed him back- only for a moment. His hand loosened around your neck, moving to cup your jaw instead. The feeling of his lips against yours, desperate, romantic, needy. He licked your bottom lip, and you allowed him in. He licked into your mouth, against the back of your teeth, moving to press himself closer to you. 

You took the chance and kneed him in the crotch. 

“Shit!” He groaned falling back from you, you took the chance to shove him away, moving to run further into your apartment. You didn’t get far, Logan's recovery time from getting kneeled in the dick seemed remarkably fast. He grabbed your arm, pulling you against him. “That was cruel.” He says his tone was a bit more lighthearted, with a bit of humor behind it.

“You are a bastard!” You struggled to pull away from him, but he only chuckled. He moved down, kissing you again despite you fighting against him. It was pathetic, considering the man was much bigger, and much, much, stronger than you. You were merely a rabbit in the mouth of a wolf. 

“Stop struggling.” He murmurs against your lips, capturing them once more in a heated kiss. For a moment, you fell into him, feeling your mind go fuzzy at the way his hands gripped your arms, keeping you close. His beard scratched at your face, and his scent was overwhelming you. The smell of men's cologne and his natural musk mixed together. “You can’t get away from me, pretty girl. Try as you might” He moans against your mouth. 

His words spurred you on to fight again, as you struggled and shoved him away. 

“No! No Logan!” You pant. “I don’t want this, and I don’t want you.” 

The arousal that was soaking your panties said otherwise. Your heart was pounding in your chest and your veins were thrumming with adrenaline. You loved this, even if you acted otherwise. You wanted him to chase you, and you wanted him to take you, make you his girl. A few months of him not paying you much mind, of you chasing him. If he wants you, he’ll get you; but he has to work for it first. You wanted him to fuck you, and see how far he’ll go to claim you. 

He sniffed, his nostrils flaring, and his eyes turned dark as he stalked towards you. “I don’t think that’s true sweetheart.” He says in a low voice. You swallowed, stepping back into the hallway that led to your bedroom. He was inches away from you. “You’re gonna play hard to get? That’s fine. We can play.” He says a small shrug. 

His hands reached out to your blouse and a quick movement ripped it open. You gasped, your hands coming to cover your chest. “I always win though, and I’ll take what I want.” 

You turned to run into the bedroom, but he was faster, grabbing you around the waist and slamming you onto the bed, the mattress creaking as you bounced on it a few times from the force. He stood over you, his hands reaching down and ripping your bra apart in one swift motion.

“Logan!” You gasped before his hands came and grabbed your wrists, pinning them to either side of your head. His mouth came down, taking a nipple between his lips, his tongue running over the bud, stimulating you. You felt heat rush through your body, another coat of arousal. His thigh pushed between your legs, as he grinded it against your core. 

You whined, squirming and fighting underneath him as he attempted to work you over. He nipped at your peak bud, before growling in frustration at your constant squirming. He stood up, letting go of you and flipping you over onto your belly. You attempted to crawl away, but he kneeled on the bed, sitting his weight on you and keeping you pinned. 

“Since you won’t stop squirming…” He mutters. You heard the clink of his belt. Your arms were pulled back behind you, and you felt the leather binding your elbows together. Once secure, he stood from the bed and flipped you back over onto your back. 

He pushed your skirt roughly up your thighs, exposing your panties. He took a deep breath, his fingers brushing over the fabric that covered your cunt. “Fuck. Acting like you don’t want this like you don’t want me.” He shook his head. “You’re fucking soaked pretty girl.” 

He ripped your panties off, sticking himself between your legs, pushing his jeans and boxers down his thighs, his hard cock popping out, tapping against his belly a few times. 

“Normally I’d take my time but since you gotta act like a brat….” He mutters, hooking his arms around your legs, pulling you closer, “We’ll just have to skip to the good part.” 

He aimed himself against your wet pussy, and in one quick thrust pushed himself inside you. You yelped from the intrusion, arching your back. He felt so damn good. His hard cock stretches you open perfectly. He let out a guttural groan, tipping his head back. “Fuuuck yeah-” He grinned sinfully, eyes shut as he let out a hard pant.

“You’re so fucking wet-” He moaned. His hands grabbed your hips, and he began pounding into your pussy, abusing it with each thrust. You turned your head to the side, gasping and panting as he continued to fill you to the brim over and over. The bed shook violently as he thrust into you, his fingers digging into your hips and pulling you down onto him. 

You were powerless against him, forced to take what he was giving you. “You’re mine baby.” He grunted. “Ain’t no argument about it now.” 

He leaned down over you, his throbbing cock deep inside you, his chest pushed into the back of your thighs as your legs came up to your chest. You turned your head away from him, and he grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. He squeezed your cheeks, making your lips pucker as he leaned forward, kissing you, his tongue shoving into your mouth roughly. Your pussy tightened around him, causing him to chuckle warmly into your mouth. “Acting like you don’t fucking like this-” He grunted, thrusting harshly into you, eliciting a pained gasp from your lips. “Your pussy does, she’s fucking squeezing me tight. You love this, don’t you? Me taking what I want from you.”

You let out a moan, tipping your head back. You finally nodded and didn’t have to look at him to see that cocky grin on his face. 

“Damn fucking straight.” He growls. “You’re gonna fucking take it all.” His thrusts became more frantic, rougher. He leaned down, biting your neck, as he slammed into you with a ferocity you never felt before. It was so much, he was too much, as you felt an explosive finish approaching quickly. “Fucking stupid, acting like I didn’t care about you. I’ve been fucking obsessed with you since day 1.” He groaned into your neck. 

The admission made you snap. Your eyes rolled back as you let out a cry of his name. Your body shook, as your pussy squeezed and spasmed around him, so tight he could barely pull out.  He grunted, slamming into you one more time, before moaning so loud you’re pretty sure the neighbors could hear, and you felt his cum fill you up. 

A moment passed, and he sat up, pulling out of you. He flipped you over, onto your belly, pushing you further up the bed. He let you lay there, trembling with his cum leaking out of you, while he shed the rest of his clothes off, and then pulled off your skirt, leaving you in just your torn bra and blouse. 

He kneeled back onto the bed clambering over you and grabbed your hips, bringing your ass into the air.

“You look good like this sweetheart.” He mumbled, his thumb brushing over your puffy pussy, before capturing the cum that was leaking inside you, pushing it back in. You whined, squirming under him, too sensitive to his touch. 

“Logan…” You gasped.

“I’m not done with ya.” He says, adjusting the both of you, and you feel his tip slide back inside you, an embarrassing squelching noise in the room as he fills you up again. 

“Ah!” You whimpered. How was he hard again already? “Lo-” 

“I don’t think you get it darling. You’re mine. I’m gonna fuck that nonsense of me not caring out of you.”

“I believe you!” You gasped, as he harshly slammed into you, the bed slamming into the wall. You didn’t know if you could take him more. He felt so good, yet your nerves felt it was on fire. You didn’t want him to stop. 

He chuckled, “You want me to stop?”

The silence was deafening. You squeezed your eyes shut, biting your lip as you prepared yourself. 

“Good girl.” He purred. His hand grabbed your hair, tugging it back as he began pounding into you again. A chorus of whines escaped you as he fucked you with renewed vigor. His stamina was insane. Your pussy was on fire, the way he stretched you out, his hips slamming into your ass, and you were sure you would end up with bruises everywhere. 

The rest of the night ended up a blur. Logan used you like a fucktoy, and you were fairly sure you passed out multiple times. The first time, you woke up on top of him, your head resting on his chest, his arms wrapped protectively around you as he fucked up into you. The second time, you woke to him eating you out, his tongue swirling over your swollen clit, sending shocks through your body. The third time, your wrists were tied together above your head to the frame of your bed. Your legs spread with Logan on top of you, hands on either side of your hips, as he thrusts into you slowly, almost romantically. He leaned down to pull a soft kiss from you. 

Your body felt numb, yet the pleasure still enveloped you, as you felt the honey-sweet feeling pooling in your belly again.

“C'mon baby. One more for me.” He moaned, resting his body over yours, pressing soft kisses over your face. “I know you can do it.”

He brought his fingers between your sweat-soaked bodies. There were countless bite marks and hickeys that covered your body. His fingers found your clit and began rubbing it, his thrusts still slow and soft. 

Within seconds, your legs were trembling, as your pussy tightened around him again, and he tipped his head back, his pace picking up as he felt you tighten and pulse around him. He fucked you through your orgasm once more, before finally finishing inside, a loud curse and moan of your name, as he panted, eyes shut tight as the last bit of his energy finally drained inside you. He collapsed on your chest, his arms still somewhat bracing himself up, keeping his full body weight off you. 

He sighed, pushing himself out, and you heard a snikt!, as you watched in amazement and exhaustion as sharp metal claw-like appendages came out, and he carefully cut the cloth around your wrists, your arms falling limply above your head. He climbed off you, rolling to your side, and pulling you against him, your cheek against his chest. You didn’t bother to ask about the sharp knife-like pieces that just came out of his fists and then disappeared.

“You alright?” He asks softly, his hand massaging up and down your back. “Too much?” 

“Mmm.” You barely mumbled, as your eyes grew heavy again. You were too tired for pillow talk now. 

A small chuckle. “Y’know. I really do care about you. I just…Some things are going on in my life, things I’m a part of, that I haven’t told you about. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to bring you into that part of my life yet. I uh…Thought you’d be safer.” 

You opened your eyes at his admission. His voice was soft, in a tone you hadn’t heard from him before. 

“I honestly was relieved when you stopped calling. Cause I was constantly wondering if I was selfish being with you. I thought it’d be easier that you broke it off because I couldn’t bring myself to do it but then I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Missed you a lot and I guess I got a little…Possessive.”

“You think?”

Another scoff escaped him, and his hand came around your arm, his fingertips softly tracing up and down your arm. “Yeah well…When you recover, we should talk about some things.”

“Like the claws?” You asked. 

“Yeah, like the claws...”

“We should talk about you breaking into my apartment too.”

Trilogy Logan: He crossed his arms, taking in the sight before him.

His dogtags, sitting pretty right in the valley of your breasts.

He was showering, heard you come in for a second- didn't pay too much attention to that. Was half tempted to tell you to join him- but considering he was almost finished washing up, and the water was getting cold, hell just join you in bed instead.

When he climbed out- his dogtags that just happened to be taken off with his clothes for once when he showered was missing. He checked all over the bathroom- even stared in the mirror to make sure he didn't go insane and it was still around his neck, but found that it was not the case.

He swears he didn't take it off in the bedroom- but as he opened the door to step into yours and his shared room, the mystery was quickly solved.

You were leaning against the headboard, posed in a sensual position, a big smile stretched across your face as his eyes trailed over your nude figure. Finally landing on the dogtags. He could make out his name on them.

He dropped the towel, letting you see what he thought of your little trick- and your new sense of fashion as he walked towards the bed, kneeling onto the end of it- his member at full attention for you.

"Now, that's a good look for you sweetheart." He mumbles low as he leans over you, fingers coming up to trace over the tags.

"sure you don't want them back?" You teased.

"Nah, keep em. Let everyone know who you belong to."

Origins Logan: You stole, yet another one of his flannels.

He'd be irritated, if he could. Yet, they look better on you anyway.

Especially when you're walking around in nothing, but his flannels.

It happens at the most random of moments too. Usually he's home after a long day at work. He sheds his clothes off, changes into sweats and a clean t-shirt before settling down somewhere to read, relax, watch tv. You'll be off doing your own thing, he'll distinctly remember you wearing a pair of boot-cut jeans and a tank top.

Then suddenly you're walking past him, an hour later- not even socks or panties on you as his flannel practically swallows you. He used to say something about it, tease you, make a joke- but now he smirks, catches a glance of your ass, barely hidden by the hem, before returning to his newspaper.

Eventually you'll end up in his lap. He's frumping over the stolen cloth, and you'll make a sweet pout and tell him that it smells soooo good that you couldn't help it. Smells just like him.

"Yeah princess? That's why you like it so much?" He'll smile, his hands tucking underneath the flannel, brushing over your bare skin as his eyes wander down- admiring the way your chest is barely concealed from him. You bit your lip, and nodded. "Hm." He tipped his chin up to look at you. "Alright. Keep it on, but you'll have to do something for me."

Old Man Logan: "Darling? You seen my glasses-?"

He stopped when he finally spotted you in the kitchen- trying on the glasses that he'd been looking for, for the last 20 minutes. He hated the damn things, hated how old they made him feel. Perfect vision for nearly 200 years and now he needs them. Really?

The only thing that keeps him from smashing the damn things is you cooing in his ear about how cute he looks.

A small guilty look on your face as he crossed his arms, raising a brow at you, and you smiled. Your hands dropped to your side, leaving the glasses sitting on your face.

"Got a reason to be stealing my glasses, doll?" He asks, feigning annoyance- but he could never really be angry with you.

"I just wanted to see what it looked like with your glasses" You answer innocently.

"And?"

"You look fuzzy."

He smiles, looking down at the floor, before moving forward into the kitchen towards you. "Real cute sweetheart." He coos. Reaching up, he pulled the glasses off you. "There. Better?"

"Kinda."

You reached for his glasses, taking them from his hands, flipping them over and putting them on. It slips a bit on the bridge of his nose, and he tipped his chin down to look at you past them. You smiled.

"Now, it's better." You wrapped your arms around his waist. "So handsome."

"Mm." He tipped his chin up again. "I don't know doll, they did look nice on you."

Worst Wolverine: He was half asleep and barely noticed you had them on.

You went to shower, while he watched some old black and white movie on the tv in your shared bedroom. It was boring- and he had seen it before. Granted it was over 100 years ago- but he did see it, and he remembered not liking it then either.

So he started to fall asleep, eyes closed, arm stretched out across your side of the bed. He picked up the sound of the shower shutting off- always alert at what you're doing.

He began to fall deeper into slumber, knowing that you'll be by his side soon. He heard you come in, silence at first- before your quiet shuffling around the room continued. Drawers opening and shutting, and finally you're climbing in bed by his side.

He turned to spoon you, arms wrapping around you protectively. His hands, as usual began wandering over your form. Tracing along your figure- it was a comfort thing for him. A habit he's built over time with you, reassurance that you're still there- that you're okay.

His hands, as usual, moved downwards- where instead of your panties that he has become so familiar with- it was a different fabric.

"Babe." His brows creased together, eyes still shut as his hand continued to investigate what was on your bottom half. "Are these mine?" He finally asks, pinching the fabric between his fingers.

Quiet mirth escaped you. "I thought they looked comfy." You responded. He opened his eyes, pushing himself up onto his elbow to glance at his boxers that were adorning your lower half. You turned your head to look at him.

"Hm." He continued to feel the fabric. "i wanna get a better look at this."

He moved onto his back, urging you to straddle him which you happily did so. He examined you, intensely- like someone examining a piece of art- making sure it was real. You couldn't help but laugh.

"why so intense about it Lo?" You hummed. He chuckled.

"Looks good on you." He says, taking the waistband and snapping it against your hip. "Little big."

"Well, have you see you?"

He smirked. His hands coming down to rub your thighs. The look of his boxers on you- they peaked his interest, they looked good. Really good. It made his mind wander- wonder things like how they may feel after you wear them. Maybe, just maybe if makes you real happy while wearing them- some of you essence will get left behind, staining the cloth.

"Say baby, not too tired are you?"

2013 Wolverine: His old jacket.

The leather jacket he used to wear all the time, back before everything happened. Left it behind when he left the mansion- when he left you.

Not that he wanted to leave you- but he thought it best. He failed you, he failed everyone.

Yet here you were, staring back at him, wrapped in the leather that was a bit too big for you. Looks like it was keeping you warm though. Good, considering the mountains are freezing. He certainly knew that.

"Logan."

Your voice sounded sweet- just as he remembered it.

He wasn't sure how'd he react when he'd see you again, wasn't sure how it'd go. However all he could think was how nice you looked in his jacket.

You pulled it closer around yourself. Seemed like a habit, the way your hands held onto it. He could almost see, by the look in your eyes and the way your fingers held the fabric. Like you were imagining it was him.

"It's time to come home Lo." You say. "I miss you."

He didn't say anything. Just stood there, staring back at you- not quite sure if you were real. Had plenty of strange dreams, saw strange things while living out in the Canadian Rockies. Most of them involved you.

Only one way to be sure.

He walked forward towards you. The snow crunching under his boots. You didn't move, looking at him pleadingly- waiting for his next move.

His arms came around, and pulled you into an embrace. He buried his face into your hair- then down to your neck as he took a deep breath. His jacket- the one he wore religiously for years, now smelled like you.

He wondered if you'd be willing to give it back to him, once you're both back home.

Patch! Logan: "Where is the damn thing...." He mutters quietly under his breath. He was all ready- his sparkling white suit, cleaned and pressed, not a wrinkle in sight. Cuff links, in a shape of a X, pinned to the cuffs of his jacket. His eye patch- set perfectly, as usually. All that was missing was his bowtie.

The damn thing was a bright red. How could he not find it?

He remember taking it off last night- or rather, you took it off. Nearly ripped the damn thing off. Threw it...By the window.

He pushed the furniture around- still unable to find it.

He checked his watch. Couldn't look any longer. He'll have to settle for a regular black bow tie. It's classy sure. His red tie however- he considered it lucky. He needed all the luck he could get tonight.

So there he was, his usual thing, gambling, drinking, spying- eavesdropping.

That's when he spotted you. Pretty thing- as always. Only something.... different.

You were next to the head honcho of the casino- usually are. He likes to parade you around and show you off however you have no interest in the likes of him.

You had that pretty red dress that drives him wild on. The one that hugs your curves, leaves little to the imagination with the slit in the thigh and off the shoulder sleeves and a neckline that reached very low. At the center of neckline, was his bow tie

You must have pinned it there, you little vixen.

You looked bored, until you spotted him in the crowd. The way your face lit up sent butterflies through him- only they melted into something more, as he felt his trousers grow tighter when you brought your hand to the bow tie that sat pretty.

Your boss put his arm around you, unnoticing that your attention was on Logan from across the room.

This guy may act like you belong to him to the public, but you were quietly yet openly wearing the very thing that told Logan,

You belonged to Patch.

Cowboy! Logan: He'd been looking for it all day. Unsure of how he could have lost the damn thing! Took it off during a catnap against a tree, woke up with it gone.

All he knew, is he was going to shoot whoever the hell took it.

Eyed the farm boys who act scared as hell of him- he doubts they would have done it. Hell they pretty much piss themselves if he so much glanced at em.

the lil kids that like to climb all over him- as if he wasn't the most dangerous outlaw in the West- no - The States. They've tried to take his hat more than once after all- but a quick glance into the school building and they definitely weren't the culprits. Neither was the teacher who shooed him out.

Checked the bar- making sure those damn assholes that sit and drink their health away didn't pull some bullshit. He wouldn't be surprised, since he beats them at every card game they've challenged him to since he's shown up. It wasn't them though- on account that they were all passed out on the floor with a disgruntled barkeep.

He was at a lost, about to surrender that he'll have to go buy a new one. To bad, he really liked that hat.

Until it occurred to him that he hadn't seen you in awhile.

In fact- he was so disgruntled by losing his hat, he completely forgotten that the catnap he took- was right by your side. You were leaning on his shoulder, falling asleep just like him. Now you and the hat were missing.

Didn't take long for him to find you- nearby your family home, by that pond you like to read by. You held a cheeky smile as he approached you.

"There you are, you little thief." He accused- eyes taking in the stetson upon your pretty little head. "I was bout to shoot someone over that thing, you know that right? Anyone teach you not to take stuff?"

"What?" You acted innocent. "You put it in my lap. Naturally I thought you were giving it to me."

He pressed a hand and leaned against a tree, looking down at you. "Now sweetheart, you do know what it means when you wear a cowboys hat, right?"

The most he’s ever done with paint was paint a house. He may have done a few bored scribbles on a piece of napkin, maybe in his younger years, he pursued painting to calm his nerves- but didn’t continue because he ran out of patience for it. 

Didn’t necessarily hate art, could appreciate a nice scenic landscape here and there. Especially ones that remind him of home. Suppose music and film are art too- and he appreciates those as well. He just wasn’t the type necessarily to stand around a museum drinking wine and staring at blank paintings trying to decipher what it all means. 

The only work of art that he could really appreciate is you.

The cute art teacher at Xaviers School for The Gifted. You were a bit strange but loving. The students loved you. You took an interesting approach to how you taught your classes, combining art and ethics together to help the young mutants find themselves in a world that they weren't accepted in. 

The day he came to the mansion, the day he met you. He was hooked. He didn’t know why. Maybe it was the way you smiled at him that eased his nerves when he stormed into Charles's office. How your eyes, they held nothing but kindness even as he lashed out at everyone like a wounded, scared animal. 

Or maybe he just thinks you’re pretty to look at.

Like art.

The weekend has arrived, and the school was almost completely empty from students either visiting parents, or going out to on the field trip to the local zoo with the other professors chaperoning. 

Logan, as per usual took this chance to sleep in late as possible and be completely lazy all morning, going into noon. Sprawled out in bed, with sheets that barely covered him and the afternoon sun streaming into the bedroom. He felt relaxed, peace, quiet, warm sunny spot to sleep in- except something was missing.

He climbed out with a groan, pulling on sweats and a t-shirt before leaving, and making a leisure walk to where he knew he’d find you. 

He made his way to your study, where your door was cracked open and he peered inside.

Your study- always a mess of paper and art supplies. Not because of you, but mainly because your students barge inside and tear it apart trying to find a specific color marker, or a certain paintbrush. It irritates the hell out of him, how brazen they are with your office but you always make him back off. 

They’re just being creative Lo,

Your back was turned to him, and you sat crossed-legged on a stool. You were focused, deep into your current painting. 

He stepped inside quietly, approaching you from behind as he took in some details of your current work in progress. He wasn’t an art man, no, but he could appreciate your art. The way you you carefully stroked your brush, how you chose your colors, and the subject- always something meaningful to you. 

“Logan, youre not very good at sneaking you know.” You say as he was a foot away from you. He smirked. 

“Now how’d you know I was in here?” He put a hand on your back, resting over your bare skin where your shirt rode up your waist. 

“Lo, you weigh like…1000 pounds. Your footsteps are hella heavy. You breathe loud too.”

“No I don’t.” He says, a mock offense in his voice. “Also I’m not 1000 pounds.”

“Suuuuure.” You teased as you looked up at him. He smirked, and you winked at him. You turned back to the painting, chewing on your inner cheek as you pondered you next stroke of color.

“Looks nice.” He says with a hum as he leans over your shoulder. 

“It’s still a work in progress-” You beamed as you turned your head to look at him, and he smirked, his eyes trailing down to your lips. 

He leaned forward and captured you in a kiss, that you happily returned, smiling against his lips. You hand came up to cup his cheek, as you tilted your head to push yourself closer to him.

You haven’t been together long, in fact no one even knows yet that you’ve been together. They don’t know that Logan has been sneaking into your room every night, and back into his every morning. 

When Ororo came by your bedroom early this morning, to make sure you didn’t change your mind about coming with everyone to the zoo. She didn’t know Logan laid sprawled on your mattress- buttass naked and you had to nearly slam the door in her face so she wouldn’t come in- as she usually would. 

While you happy with Logan- really happy actually. Everyone has remarked that your cheery demeanor has been even more cheery as of late. A lingering worry was in your head though- as you wondered exactly what was you and Logan’s relationship? 

It came to be when certain feelings came to light, and you hooked up one stormy night. Since then, you haven’t had a night where Logan wasn’t in your bed. Quiet whispers of flirts in rooms with others around, discreet passing touches in hallways. Logan would slip you little love notes, and surprise you by putting flowers and little gifts in your study or bedroom. The romantic gestures were sweet- and shocked you a bit. Always had acted like a lone wolf before you got together. You didn’t expect the big bad Wolverine to be a complete teddy bear.

Not that you’re complaining. You always knew there were other sides of him, sides that just needed a little love and support, in order to open up.  

Maybe it was silly to worry about putting a label on your relatioship, especially when he’s so sweet to you- But just like your own paintings, it never felt complete until you gave it a name.

You parted from his lips, smiling up at him and removing your hand- only to realize you had smeared paint on his face.

“Oh!” You giggled, lifting and turning your hand to show him the fresh paint on your palm. “I got it on your face.” 

“Really?” He brought his hand to his cheek, touching the paint smeared there and pulling his fingers back. “Trying to turn me into one of your pretty paintings sweetheart?”

“I don’t need to handsome,” you flirt, “You’re already a work of art.” 

A deep blush filled his cheeks, his eyes grew heavy as he looked down at you. Rendered speechless from your flirt. 

He leaned down to capture your lips in another kiss. Deep and sensual, one that made you off guard. You didn’t notice when he slowly reached his hands over, dipping into the palette of paint that sat on the bedside table. He brought it to your cheek, cupping it and you immediately felt the wetness. 

Gasping and pulling away, you saw the paint spread on his hand. 

“Logan!” You laughed. You grabbed your brush, and attacked him by painting a streak down his nose. He laughs, warm and mischievous and grabbing the brush from your hand to return the favor by brushing against your other cheek. 

It erupted into something more. You stood up from your stool, grabbing your palette and smearing paint on your hands as you looked at him with a devious grin. 

“Hey-” Logan held his hand up to you. “Don’t-”

You charged at him, smearing your hand onto his arm, and then across his white tank-top. He tried to get away, but you managed to smear more on his face and into his beard as well. He grabbed a tube of paint nearby, and grabbed you around your waist before you could get away- squeezing it under your shirt and smearing paint along your chest while you squeal in laughter.

It escalated, Logan caught you in a wet, passionate kiss to distract you from smearing more paint onto him. Things became intense, the smearing of paint over your bodies made it messy, your arms and lips slipping over each other- creating works of art onto each others skin.

Before you knew it Logan was peeling your clothes off. Mumbling something about a mess as he dropped your t-shirt to the floor, and peeled off your bra. You giggled, your hands- smeared with a multitude of rainbows found his shirt, have been painted and ruined like yours and tugged it off. You pressed your hands to his chest, and began smearing it down to his stomach, paint stuck to his thick chest hair. You pressed eager pecks to his lips as he backed you against a table that held your art supplies. 

“Logan-” You giggled into his mouth when he brushed a bunch of your supplies off to the floor. “You’re lucky none of that was expensive-”

“I’d buy you new ones,”

“Oh, you’re gonna be my sugar daddy now?” You teased as he began to work your jeans off, his handprints now staining over them- you’ll definitely figure out a way to save those marks. 

“Baby, I’ll be anything you want.” He mumbles into your lips as you tugged his sweatpants down to his thigh. Not to your surprise, his hard cock waved as he popped out from his sweats. 

He tugged your panties off, throwing them into the pile of clothes, you hooked your arms around his shoulders, tugging him closer as you licked his lips- tasting paint that somehow smeared. Your skin slipped together, mixing the rainbow of colors together while Logan nipped your lips. 

“Would you be my love?” You whisper as he buries his face into your skin, nipping at your skin even as he tasted paint on his tongue, your hands curled into his hair, leaving strands be covered in blues and reds and purples and yellows. 

He froze, and for a moment your heart stopped- wondering if you crossed a line. He lifted his head to look at you and you admired the pinks and whites and blues that have been smeared over his cheeks, nose, and beard. He didn’t look scared, or put-off, but his expression held something serious. 

He brought his hands to cup your cheek, looking into your eyes. 

“If you’ll have me.” He says softly. You smiled, mirth escaping you as you nodded, tugging him back to you as you wrapped your legs around his hips and hooked your ankles , his heavy cock pressed to your belly. 

Your lips met again, a newfound vigor and passion between you both as paint continued to smatter over your writhing bodies. He tugged your hips closer as he angled himself to your weeping hole, dripping with your arousal and begging for him to fill you up.

He pushed himself inside, spearing you open. You gasped, mouth falling open and burying your nails into his scalp, tugging at the curls of his hair. He licked into your mouth, licking your tongue and teeth. You laughed, tipping your head back as he buried himself to the hilt. 

“Feel so goddamn perfect baby-” He groans, his strong arms wrapping around you and tugging you impossibly closer. His forehead rests against yours, your noses smashed together, and he began thrusting in and out of you. Warmth flooded through you, you melted into his arms- you always melt into him.

Your hips meet with each slow, prepared thrust, Logan pants as he smashes his lips on yours again. He gently pushed you down onto the table, which creaked under your weight. His hands gripped your hips bruisingly as he picked up pace and began pounding into you.

“Lo-” You moaned, hands falling off him attempting to grab the edge of the table. He stood up, keeping his pace but hooking his arms under your legs and spreading them wider. You cried out, as the new angle sent shocks up your spine- he hit that perfect spot inside you that had your toes curling and your body trembling. 

“Calling me a work of art darling?” He moaned. “Take a look at yourself-.” He moans, “Fucking gorgeous, ain’t never seen something pretty as you baby.” 

“Logan,” You whined. “I’m- I-”

“I know baby-” He grunted, thrusting hard and faster as he felt you tighten around him, that burning hot feeling in his lower tummy fast approaching. He leaned back over you, your legs still hooked over his biceps as he buried himself into you over and over. You reached your finish- crying out Logan's name as your back arched into him and your hands pulled at his hair. 

He met in another wet kiss as he fucked you through your finish, pounding into you at a near inhuman pace before slamming inside and shooting ropes of cum with a loud grunt, whining into your mouth as he shook over your body. Your pussy tightened around him, like it was milking him of every drop. 

Once you both finished, he collapsed onto your chests. Panting onto your painted breasts, while you tried to come back to your body. He carefully pulled out, and sat up with you, not before pressing several loving kisses over your face while you pushed yourself up limply.

You took each other in- and then the room, realizing just how big of a mess was made of not just yourselves- but the entire room. Paint spilled and splattered on walls and furniture.  

A heartbeat passed, and giggles erupted from you both. Logan wrapped you in an embrace and kissed your temple. Paint had covered you both, stuck in your hair, messily smeared over your face, mixed together in a muddy color along your chest and arms. 

“We need to wash up!- especially before anyone sees.” You laughed and hopped off the table, your legs shook as you still were recovering from your coitus, as you clung onto Logan. 

“Yeah, give us some time for round two,” He purrs, and you smile up at him. Warmth came over you, as you realized that you finally had a name for him, some assurance to what your relationship was.

You both redressed in your painter smattered clothes, just to be able to walk to your bedroom in some decency and to shower. Before you could leave your study- Logan swooped in and picked you up like a bride, leaving you giggling.

He stepped into the hallway, with you in his arms, quietly mumbling sweet nothings to each other. 

“Well, you guys have been busy.” 

You both froze, as Logan turned to the direction of Ororos voice, who stood in the hall with a hand on her hip. 

- hugging him around his waist, pressing your chin into his chest as you both look at each other with lovesick expressions

-also hugging him by pressing yourself against him but sliding your hands into the back pockets of those oh-so-snug jeans of his, and groping his butt

-blowing him kisses, across the room, across the jet, right next to him. Never fails to make him smile.

-him picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you away with ease

-i wanna pinch his hips. Is that weird? They look pinchable to me. Almost bite them but this is suppose to be fluffy stuff

-him putting that leaather jacket around you. Its big and warm and smells just like him

-with old man logan, i just wanna press several soft smooches to his lips. Just peck his pretty lips over and over again until he starts laughing out of being flustered. Yea i made you laugh babygirl.

-with trilogy logan, i wanna run my hands through his insane hair, give him head scratches and have him fall asleep in my lap, or resting on my belly with his arms wrapped around my butt (and then have him wake up with a sleepy smile and reach up to give a sweet kiss)

-with worst logan, i just wanna hug him and make him feel loved and taken care of. Maybe shower with him and wash him up. Massage his shoulders. Make him a nice homecooked meal. Forehead kisses.

-with origins logan, I wanna dance with him in the rain. I waanna drag him out to the street and pull him to me as we dance like fools, our clothes and hair getting soaked and we share kisses. We go back inside and take off our clothes and snuggle by the fireplace to warm up

-Dofp (future) logan. I wanna hold his hand and tell him that he did a good job, and brush some hair back and kiss the tip of his nose. I wanna dance with him too.

-i wanna give 97' logan some love too. Kiss his cheek, wrap my arm around his, and give him some flirty banner. Make him feel so supported and seen. Sit on his lap and give him a cold beer after a long day.

- going on normal dates with Lo. Like simply to the movies, and then just walking down the street holding hands? Ugh please? Pretty please

-wearing a pretty dress for Logan, and when you come and he sees you and his eyes rake over. Him telling you "cmon baby, do a little spin" so he could see how pretty you look everywhere. Then comes over and puts his hands in your waist and give you a chaste kiss in the lips, telling you how pretty you are- and youre all for him

-for plus sized girlies (like me), logan grabbing and feeling your plushness, pinching your love handles or butt. Telling you how much he loves your beautiful self.

- the way he can pick you up with ease no matter how much you weigh. Twirls you around before throwing you over his shoulder so he can go have his way with you~

-sorry started drifting into dangerous territory again

-holding each others pinkies, (maybe during meetings with the x-men, or on the jet, or simply during dinner)

-him just smacking your butt casually anytime you walk past each other. Its just his casual display of dominance and being a man

-lying on your stomach on bed or couch, and he comes up behind you, resting his head right on your butt bc he just likes it there. His hands squeezing your cheeks and thighs

-same with your titties. Does matter how small or big either of those may be. He likes em and hes gonna bury his face onto them

-giving him flowers and making him SO flustered because hes never gotten flowers before. No matter which logan it is, hes so taken aback that he cant even try to pull a tough guy act over it. Will absolutely adore them in private.

-Logan getting shy with you before youre together because youre just so pretty and so YOU, he just loses words and stammers over himself. Its rare to see logan ever lose his composure

-being SO protective of you. Not just like from people who could hurt you, but he really wants to protect you just from the negative in general.

-picking groceries out together, bickering over what to have for dinners that week.

-sitting in his lap and playing with his dogtags as you tell him about your day, while his nails run soothingly up and down your back

-you know that cute smile logan has in origins? Yeaaah you know the one. Him looking at you like that every single time he sees you again.

-logan visiting you at work, and you shamelessly run to him as he hugs you in his arms and twirls you. Hes really not ome for pda but seeing you with that big smile and so excited to see him he couldnt help it.

-its clear logan has trouble opening up and talking about hard things, but maybe one night you and him becoming vulnerable to each other. And you spend the entire night spilling each others secrets and wondering about the universe together. Not even realizing how late it is till sunrays begin to peek through the curtains.

-i think logan would have a lot to say if you can get him to open up and he knows you will listen and care what he has to say ❤️ (im totally writing a fic about this)

- logan always remembering to grab that thing you forget. glasses, keys, wallet/purse. For me its my water bottle. Youre running out the door and realize and you turn back but hes already walking towards you with your missing item in hand and a knowing look

-back to butts real quick but you smack his butt too. Also i think it would be funny to dry hump logan randomly(like coming up behind him and and grabbing his hips thrusting against him real hard) He would be so shocked the first time you do it

-TICKLING. Logan being ticklish. It ends in a tickle fight. (Spoiler. You lose. Did you really think youd win against a 300+ lb man with mutant bones?)

- holding hands in the car

- hand on THIGH in car 😏

-going to give logan a quick smooch, but he stops you from pulling away and draws the kiss out.

-going to a get together or party with limited seating. Logan pulls you onto his lap- no hesitation. Thats your seat and your seat only.

-just snuggling honestly. Hed be the best snuggler

-when it comes to logans mutant instincts, hes a nester. If hes got you and a cozy lil bed, you bet youre gonna be in for a night of warm cuddles. Dont even THINK about getting out of bed.

-having a disagreement with him, but you still angrily kiss each other goodbye.

-petnames. I like referring to logan as tough guy, handsome, baby, sweetheart, buttercup, cupcake (teehee), pumpkin (my absolute fav)

-we all know hes big on nicknames but if you use petnames on him? Sweet pretty ones on his manly gruff self? Hes gonna melt

-literallt swooning whenever logan gets flirty with you. I wouldnt be able to take it.

-hes standing over you (or got you against the wall for my short logan lovers!! mmph hes so *chefs kiss*) and calling you pretty baby and your knees weak and you cant even stand up straight and hes smirking at you been so weak for him

-getting lipstick all over him. He tries to clean it all off but he misses a spot and someone points it. He just smirks, bc you FINALLY found a way to leave your claim on him

Ill prob make a part two but i cant type more bc my powers out and that means no heat 😩 my fingers are frozen rn. If only i had a logan to keep me warm...

Oh!

-logan snuggling you and holding you tighter to him during colder months, snug as a bug.

The flame flickered, a warm light against the mossy green painted walls of the bedroom. Laundry detergent wafted to your nose as you folded items of both your and Logan's laundry and put them away in their respective drawers. Logan's clothes still had the faint scent of cigars lingering on them, no matter how much you washed them- but honestly, you couldn’t complain, it’s become a familiar comfort for you. 

Logan was lying in bed across the room, watching you as you finished putting the laundry away. He was wearing nothing but Looney Toon boxer briefs, with pictures of Foghorn Leghorn printed over the fabric. You had bought him a pack of the briefs, all with various Looney Toon characters on each pair. He scoffed at it originally- not the type to wear something like this. For you though, he does, and found they’re actually quite comfortable.

You heard the creak of the mattress, and Logan's heavy footsteps across the carpet of your shared bedroom. Logan wrapped his arms around your waist, and you felt his lips brush over your shoulder. 

“How bout I finish folding those in the morning bub?” He mutters softly, as he moves to press a kiss to your hair. His chest hit your back, and you could feel something hard pressed against your hip. You giggled. 

“You sure?” 

A small grunt, as he stepped back, before looping his arm under your legs, and around your shoulders as he picked you up swiftly like a bride. 

“Yeah.” 

He carried you to your bed, you, grinning like a fool as you gently kicked your legs. He gently set you atop the mattress, as he climbed over you, pressing his lips to yours softly. 

“I want to see my girl.” He says into your kiss, his hand pressed to the curve of your waist, slowly sliding down to your hip, over your thigh; his fingers flitting underneath the hem of your (His) shirt, his calloused fingers making contact with the bareness of your thigh, and you felt goosebumps prickle over his touch.

You hummed, bringing your hands up to cup his face, your nails softly scratching at his beard. His eyes fluttered shut, and he let out a deep, satisfied exhale, before opening them again, peering down at you, tenderness in his usually gruff expression. 

How did you two get here?

It’s a story that will be told over and over. Something you’ll be reflecting on as you walk through life together. People will ask about how you met, the struggles you endured, and more. You yourself will never grow tired of it. You’ll always find a smile on your lips, as you reminisce about your first meeting, your first kiss, your first dumb argument, your first everything. Your favorite memory though, 

The moment you realized you were in love with him.

Something that sends flutters to your heart still. Every moment since then, you look at him, angry, sad, happy, you are reminded about how much you love him. 

It’s bliss

This moment together will just be one of many. 

He leaned back down to capture your lips in another loving kiss. No sense of urgency, as he moved his lips softly over yours. You wrapped your arms around his shoulder, pulling him closer. He parted, brushing his lips along your jawline, down your neck as his hand slowly, softly, traced up to your panties, moving between your thighs as he cupped your mound, his fingers brushing over the spot becoming wetter, and wetter from his gentle touch. 

“God I love you,” He mumbles into the crook of your neck. You smiled, turning your head towards him, to meet his eyes as he lifted his head up. You brought your hand up to cup his face gently, your thumb running over his bottom lip. 

“I love you.” You respond softly. “You’re so beautiful Lo.” 

He smiled, a sweet, almost kid-like, as he leaned back to capture your lips in another kiss. “Look who's talking.” 

He sat up on his knees, urging you up as he lifted your (his) shirt up and off of you, discarding it to the side. He lifted you further up the bed, leaning down to press soft kisses over your breasts, kissing each nipple gently, before kissing the space under your breasts, and trailing down to your stomach. His lips felt like a butterfly, light, fluttering- but still grounding to you as he touched you with gentleness and precision. 

He pressed a kiss to your clothed pussy, before sitting back up, and gently pulling the panties down your thighs. You smiled up at him, bringing your legs up to your belly, to allow him to slip the light cloth off of you. He slipped it off past your ankles, and presented it in the air, hanging off loosely from his index finger. 

He swung it around in the air on his finger, a little shake of his head, as he grinned at you making you laugh and cover your face bashfully, shaking your head at his playfulness. Bringing his other hand up, he hooked his thumb over the hem, aiming the panties like a slingshot, and shooting it across the room to the laundry basket, the cloth missing his target of the laundry basket- and knocking over a beer bottle he hadn’t yet discarded- which then knocks into a vase of flowers, and multiple picture frames.

“Lo!” You laughed,

“I’ll…fix it later.” He grinned, turning his attention back to you, his large hands placed over your knees. You quirked an eyebrow and smiled at him knowingly. “C’mon, sweetheart. Open sesame.” 

You bit your lip, heat burning under your cheeks as you slowly spread your legs for him, exposing the treasure between your thighs. 

His eyes raked over your form, and the usual look of lust you see in him, was filled with adoration. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your knee. You reached your hand out, tugging at his boxers, your hand brushing over the very large tent in them, and he chuckled. 

“Eager baby?” 

You rolled your eyes, but smiled. A cocky grin on his face, he moved to pull his Foghorn Leghorn boxers down over his thighs. His hard cock sprung out. Tip red and swollen, with pre-cum beading in the slit. You brought your finger down to the head of his girthy member, tapping it once gently, and making it bounce in the air- eliciting a laugh from the both of you. 

“Cute baby, you can play with me later.” He hummed in a low voice. He leaned over you, placing himself between your thighs- you had to spread them farther to make room for the size of him. “Right now though, I just want to feel you.” He leaned forward and gave you a loud smooch, before resting his forehead on yours. A subtle thrust of his hip, and you felt his large cock slid through your folds. 

“Lo-” You let out a small size, the feeling of him rubbing your folds, stimulating you. You brought your hands to his biceps, his arms braced on either side of you. “Oh- You feel so good…” 

“I know, baby, I feel the same bout you.” He cooed, moving to press soft kisses over your face. “You’re so damn beautiful. How’d I get so lucky?”

“Cause you’re amazing.” You murmured, as you felt a fresh gush of arousal coat both your pussy and Logan’s cock. You bit your lip, tipping your head back as Logan pressed kisses to your chin and underneath it. “Sweetheart-” You hummed, as he thrusts through your folds again. “I need you-” 

“Yeah, me too-” He murmured into your skin. He adjusted himself, his knees spread and digging into the mattress, he brought his hand to lead to your wet cunt, circling his swollen tip against your hole, slowly pressing inside. He leaned forward, catching your lips in another eager kiss, and holding you there as he entered you slowly, not rushing, savoring every inch of you. You moaned into his mouth, as he bottomed out inside you, his hips flushed against yours. 

He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, and you wrapped your body around his, hooking your ankles around his hips and your hands pressed into his solid back. He kissed you with a bit more urgency now, licking into your lips, as you adjusted to his size inside you. 

You felt nothing but warmth and safety in his arms, and it made you hope that he felt the same in yours. 

Slowly, he pulled his hips back, pulling out halfway, before slowly thrusting back inside. Your pussy squeezed around him, tightening around his cock as if to prevent him from pulling out again. He gently thrusts again, holding you tight against him, as he angled his cock inside you to hit the spot he knew would send you careening.

There was no rush to a finish, no desperation to reach that peak quickly. Just you both savoring each other's bodies, reacting to each other's hearts- permanently twined together in each other's love and devotion that you wrapped the other in. 

Logan let out a groan, your pussy squeezing him tight, and he rested his forehead against yours, his arms unwrapping themselves around you and bracing on either side of your head. His pace began to pick up, becoming more and more desperate for you. 

You spread your legs farther open, arching your back as your hands came down over his ass, pushing him deeper inside you until he was rutting into you, his tip rubbing the spot that made your toes curl over and over. 

Both of you are breathless, sweat beading your intertwined bodies, as he desperately rutted into you. His hand came down to press circles into your clit  - officially pushing you over to the brink of an orgasm.

“Logan!” You gasped his name, your head tipping back and mouth hanging open, as waves and waves of ecstasy ran over you, drawn over by his calloused fingers, gently rubbing your clit in circles as he continued thrusting. 

The feeling of your pussy pulsing and pulling him made him snap, as he planted himself inside, letting go of the control he barely was holding onto, coating your walls with his cum. He moaned your name, before repeating into your lips over and over as his cock throbbed with each rope of cum. 

“ILoveYouILoveYouILoveYouILoveYou”

His words made you tighten and spasm around him again. It wasn’t that he hadn’t set it before, you were blessed to hear them from Logan every day. It’s just he never said it like this before. Over and over, like he was making sure that not only you knew that; but the entire world, the universe, and the heavens, that he loved you. You could barely respond, whimpering a weak I love you back in your coitus haze.

He did a last lazy thrust into you, before collapsing over you- careful not to lay his full body weight on you. His breath was hot against your sweaty neck. Your chest rising and falling against his, as you brought your hands up to curl into his hair, softly scratching at his scalp, relaxing him with every second. His hand came over to rub soothingly over your thigh, as he tilted his head to press a kiss against the space under your ear. 

He began to sit up to get off you, to start the process of cleaning you both up, and snuggle in the post-coitus quiet. You stopped him. 

“No.” You looped your arms around his shoulders. “Let's stay like this longer.” You pecked his kiss-swollen lips. “I love being here, like this, with you.” 

You sat up from your desk, you stretched your arms above your head, a small groan escaping you as you stretched your muscles that have grown sore from sitting at your desk all day. You rubbed your eyes, checking the time and deciding to go find your mans and bother him.

You made your way through the mansion, usually bustling with activity, was slowing down as students began to unwind for the day. You checked the living room first, finding Logan wasnt there, and made your way to the kitchen.

There he stood, nearly taller than the humongous fridge that sat in the kitchen, his back was turned to you as he was leaning against the counter, reading something. You smirked as your eyes came down to the way his jeans fit him. Biting your lip, silently as possibly, you snuck up behind him- opening your hands wide and grabbed his ass, gripping each cheek in both hands. You gave them a squeeze.

He flinched a little bit, a small sigh escaping him as he turned his head to look at you giving him a cheeky grin. He quirked a brow.

"Enjoying yourself bub?"

"You know your ass is always tense. Loosen up!"

"Cant when youre always sneaking around me and groping me." He mutters ass he turns around to face you. "And you call me a perv." He mumbles, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you close. You wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing your chest against him as you tipped your chin up at him. His hands slid down, now taking your butt in his large hands, groping and massaging them. You giggled as you pecked his lips.

"As if you didnt sense me coming." You grin. "You are by the way."

"For you maybe." He mumbles, capturing your lips in a heated makeout session, his hands kneading your butt like a cat on a blanket.

You heard a sigh, "get a room you two." Scott mutters as he walked into the kitchen. You grow flustered, looking away and burying your face in Logans chest.

"Grow up scott. Get your own room." Logan retorted.

"You feel okay?" You asked him as you stood over the gurney he was resting on. You had put an IV in him while he was recovering from a very brutal injury that his body was slowly recovering. He'd been asleep most of the day, every time you checked on him and his vitals.

He let out a small groan. Then took a deep breath, opening his eyes to look up at you, and a faint smile stretched across his face. His hand reached for yours, as he wrapped his fingers around them, and brought the back of your hand up to his lips, kissing it softly, his eyes not leaving yours.

You felt yourself flush, a skip of your heart as you let him do this. You and Logan had technically just been friends. There had been something unspoken between you though when he first showed up. Ororo and Jean teased you relentlessly about it. He regard you with a softness no one else got. Innocent touches caused your heart to beat faster. Flirts that seemed meaningless but held something deeper in their meaning. He'd stick around you like a shadow, never getting in your way, but seemingly always wanting to be near. This was the first time he'd ever done something like this.

"Better now that you're here..." He says a low, slightly sleepy voice. A smile grew on your face as you regarded him with fondness, moving your hand to gently cup his his cheek, his hand now resting over your wrist, his thumb running back and forth softly.

Logan captured your lips in a heated kiss, pushing you down onto the couch. He kissed with you a fervent passion, nearly desperate as if you were going to disappear in his arms right then and there.

Your arms wrapped around his waist, tugging him closer as a small whine moan escaped you at the feeling of his erection, pushing against the fabric of his jeans- pressed into your hot core.

"You don't know what you do to me baby." He gasped into your mouth, before kissing you again. "You make me so pathetic, I need you so damn bad."

"I need you too Lo." You returned his passion, as you two writhed your bodies together, becoming more and more desperate.

Logan's hand ran softly up and down your arm, while you slept soundly at his side. He stares at the wall, staring past it, thinking about the last week he’s got to know you. He couldn’t tell you the last time - if there was ever even a time where he felt so connected to someone. His worries disappeared when you were there, smiling at him, your eyes bright and full of curiosity. 

He felt like he could talk to you. The way you listened to him so intently, with no judgement on your face. You showed no fear of his claws, of him.

He was disappointed you were going to be leaving in a few hours. 

An insane part of him thought about going with you. An even insaner part of him considered asking you to come with him. The idea of this experience with you being merely a fleeting part of his long life didn’t sit right with him. You felt like someone who’s supposed to stay. Not be a face in a picture he’ll stare at for years to come as he remembers how your lips felt on his for the first time, how your hand caressed his, and the way he ate up every whine you elicited as he undid you so perfectly. He was addicted to you already and you’d only walked into his life a week ago. 

Maybe you were right. Maybe this is only meant to be temporary.  Although the way you said it told him that you didn't believe that either.

You looked over at him, and he was looking down at you, a soft sweet- almost boyish charm to his expression. You smiled, stepping closer to him, practically feeling the warmth of him radiating off of him. He practically towered over you, his eyes trailing over your body, something that you didn’t miss.

“We’ve been through a lot together, haven’t we?” You ask softly, voice nearly above a whisper. 

“We have.” He says. “What's a little near-death experience between friends?” 

A  broad smile came across your face at that. “Friends?” You ask, your expression faltering momentarily, before returning your smile. He could never get used to how you looked at him, something adoring in the way you looked at him. “I think we’re more than friends Lo.”You continue, a tad of mischief in your voice.

He stepped closer. “Maybe.” He says in a low voice. “Maybe we are more than friends…. Maybe that’s because I’m in love with you.” 

Your heart stopped as your face fell. His expression was serious now, almost pleading, the way his eyes bored into yours. The room became so silent you swore you could hear Logan’s heart pounding. You knew he must hear yours, the way you thought it was going to burst out your chest. 

“What?” You whisper.

“I’m in love with you.” He says again, stepping closer, his hands coming to grip your arms. You didn’t miss the way they softly shook. “That okay?” 

A small twitch of your lips, and you nodded.

He grunted, putting the cigar out on the brick wall of the patio. Turning to go back inside, he felt something hit his back.

Poof!

He turned his head to look at his jacket, seeing snow softly falling to the ground, a few flakes sticking to the leather but quickly melting. He looked up- and you stood there with the biggest, most mischievous grin he's ever seen on your face. You stood across the patio, a challenge in your stance.

"You think that's funny bub?" He asks, raising his brows. You bit your lip and nodded. "Oh yeah?" He turned to start walking towards you, the snow crunching under each step. His expression held a determination that slightly frightened you- and turned you on.

Soon as he was half way across the patio, you shrieked, turning and running away from him. He nearly slipped on the snow as he began to run after you.

You ran along side of the mansion, the snow forcing you to be slower than normal. Not that it mattered. Logan quickly closed the distance between you, his long legs and that fact that he was naturally faster than you allowed him to reach you in no time.

You shrieked as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you to him, as he trapped you with one arm, and grabbed a handful of snow to stuff down your jacket.

"Logan!" You yelped as you felt the cold hit your skin. You erupted into laughter as you continued fighting against him.

Hank peered out the window, hearing sounds of shrieks and laughter, spotting you and Logan messing around in the snow. He chuckled, shaking his head. Lovebirds he thought to himself. When are they finally going to get together.

"Ope!" Logan grunted, his face falling, as both end up slipping, him turning you so he'd fall on his back into the snow, with you ontop of him. You couldn't stop giggling, as his arms wrapped around you, keeping you close.

"You're a real jokester, you know that?" He grinned looking up at you.

“Do you want to order?” You asked, placing your palms on the edge of the counter and tilting your head. “Anything look good on the menu?”

“Let me see.” He clicked his tongue, glancing down at the menu, “Funny, don’t see you on it.” He smirked, quirked an eyebrow as he looked back up at you. You let out a small laugh, rolling you eyes. 

“Real cute.” You say shaking your head. As if you hadn’t heard that one before. You could tell this man was going to be a flirt when you laid your eyes on him. He has been mentally undressing you since he’s got here, eye-fucking you every time he looks at you. It certainly helps that he was handsome, but c’mon, a little more discretion? 

"I'm not going to let anything happen to you." He says firmly, his hands gripping your arms.

"Logan-"

"No. I'm not. I know you're scared. I'm here." His gloved hand came up to cup your face, "I'm here. Got it?"

He caught sight of your face dropping just as the elevator door shut. He didn't like the way you looked. Something that looked a little too much like worry.

He pushed the button to open the elevator doors before they would start moving.

"Logan?" Jean asked as he stepped back out into the hall, where you just started to turn and walk back to your study. You turned your head- a flash of that worry turned into confusion. He ignored Jean, stepping right up to you, and capturing you in a heated kiss.

Jean shook her head, hitting the elevator button, "We'll wait for you downstairs." She calls out as the doors shut.

He didn't part from you until you pulled away. "What...?" You shook your head in confusion.

"Didn't like the way your smile dropped." He says. "Something you're hiding from me?"

You felt something caught in your throat. You stammered, "Well I...I...No, no I'm not..." You took a moment. "I'm not hiding anything from you."

"Yeah you are." He says. "You won't look at me."

You bit your lip, then looked up at him. "Can we talk about it later? You need to go. That's more important."