This Is So Sweet

This is so sweet 😭

sub space w logan!

Your incessant shifting should've been the first sign besides your lack of ability to conceive Logan's words towards you.

The two of you'd been wrapped in eachothers heat; Logan's thick cock stretching your gummy walls deliciously and whispering sweet words to you in the heavy air.

He rolls his hips into you, pelvis grazing your clit and pulling a shivered moan from your wet lips.

"Y'okay, sweetheart?" He almost whispers, stroking the palm of his hand over your clammy forehead.

You struggle to meet his eyes, tired eyes lidded and voice caught in your throat.

Managing a weak mumble, you grasp onto him feebily.

The irregularity in your behavior makes him pause momentarily, pushing your hair out of your eyes and cusping your jaw in his hand.

"Hey," Logan looks you over, turning your head from left to right, "hey, can y'look at me?"

"Mmm," you whine weakly, head nodding off.

Logan's quick to bring you back. He always has been. Giving you a piece of himself as he pulls you back to earth from the foggy space inside your head.

He softly pulls out of you and gathers you in his hold, sitting you in his lap against the headrest of his bed.

When you're aware enough to speak again, it starts slow. Small touches to his hands that wrapped around you, tracing the veins of his knuckles to his forearm and back.

Logan pulls you up to rest against his chest, cupping a hand to your jaw and looking over your eyes as you focus on him.

"Hi," you whisper into the palm of his hand.

The smell of his cigars is branded into his tan skin.

"Hi, baby," He smiles softly down at you, stroking the back of his finger down your cheek, "y'scared daddy fr'a minute there."

You realize he's still there. Still in that headspace, and you're soft in the way you bring your hand up to his and weave your fingers with his own.

"M'okay, Logan," you say softly, pressing a kiss to his palm, "s'okay."

His eyes fall shut as he nods. Leaning forward, he presses his forehead to yours before pulling back to plant a long kiss to the top of your head.

dbf!logan who adores taking care of you *mdni

a/n: sorry if this doesn't fit the exact vibe lmao i kinda went off script with this one

logan and your father have been close friends for quite some time now. They met at one of your father's odd jobs and around the time that you first started university was when logan met you.

the prettiest young thing he's ever seen. it didn't take long for logan to sink his claws into you and make you his.

it started out innocently, logan would catch you rushing out of the house to go on a date with some frat guy and he would stop you at the door.

"might wanna pull down that dress, bunny." logan said, reaching down to tug at the tiny red dress you were wearing. "don't want 'em thinkin' that you're easy, right?"

his sweet condescending words send a flush of heat up to your cheeks. logan had never spoken to you like that; no one had really.

"right, mr.howlett." you nodded, avoiding his piercing gaze. "t-thanks."

logan hated seeing you leave with some asshole who didn't know how to treat a girl like you. only he could handle you.

as the months passed, logan finally made his mark on you. he had been waiting it out for too long; tormented by images of you kissing guys that you didn't even like. he hated how you would come back with messy hair and a frown on your face from a night of disappointment. on logan's way out, he would pass you on the porch and fix your hair for you. see? he wasn't too bad after all.

you wanted logan and he knew it for certain, he could smell you and there was no escaping that.

"come sit." logan stated, startling you. your father had a work emergency to take care of, he said he would be right back but it's already been ten minutes alone with logan.

carefully, you decide to sit on the other end of the couch; farthest away from his thick thighs were spread for his own comfort.

"closer, bunny." he instructs, patting his lap for you to sit. "i don't bite."

you hesitated for a second before taking a seat on the dark denim material. it tickled the back of your bare thighs a little.

"i'm not sure about this, mr.howlett." your voice was meek; eyes staring down at his belt buckle rather than up at his hazel ones. "my father should be back soon."

"we've got enough time." logan assured, lacing a hand through your hair, pulling you closer until your lips meet.

everything started out slow, logan didn't want to scare you away. it wasn't until he felt you moving on top of him, that he deepened the kiss and slipped his hand under your shirt.

you shouldn't want someone like logan; broken beyond repair, old enough to be your parent, and someone who waited you out for his own selfish needs.

"l-l-logan." you pant against his lips, grey beard tickling you softly.

his belt buckle catches on your cotton underwear, causing your eyes to roll back. logan adored every sound that fell from your lips. engraving every moment into his brain. your little reactions to the friction reminded that none of these boys you wasted your time with knew how to care for you like he does.

neither of you were exactly sure how much time had passed but sooner than you would like, a car pulled into the driveway.

logan was the first to pull away from the kiss, admiring his hard work. he loved how messy you got while kissing him. your eyes a daze and a blissed out smile upon your lips.

"ya made a mess on that pretty face, sweetheart." he whispers wiping your smeared red lipstick and adjusting your top.

you liked being logan's dirty little secret and he enjoyed riling you up any chance he got; whether it was quick heated kisses while waiting for your father to come back the garage with those tools logan asked to borrow, or if he had a couple minutes to lift up that short skirt that's been plaguing his mind all day long.

one thing about being with an older man like logan is that he took care of you like how you deserved.

#needthat

never wanted to be anyone’s controversially younger girlfriend more than i want to be his

logan 2017 is wolverines best look idc i said it.

and i just think that-

forever rooting for sensitive girls!!!!!! you have big hearts and a poet’s soul i love you