you riding him but you’re not really doing any work cos logan’s got his hands cupping your face as he pounds up into you, smirking as he catches every facial reaction you make.
“feels good doesn’t it princess?” he mocks, watching your eyes roll back as his thrusts become sharper. “having a big cock in that tight little cunt?”
if his cock wasn’t doing it for you, his words were. you can’t help the way your body reacts to his actions, keen for more of his touch.
logan can sense it too, “oh you’re just desperate for it, ain’t ya sweet thing?” his voice is all mocking, not a single straightforward word leaving his lips yet you still can’t help but nod as best as you can with his hands holding your face.
he chuckles, lips finding yours in a sloppy and wet kiss. “don’t worry your pretty head, princess. i’ll take care of you.” and god does he
*context* i imagine that since logan is almost 2 centuries old, he would've lived through every era of music, and here he invites ororo to go to a music venue to check out local bands (if the posters alone did made it anymore obvious lol)
i wanted to give the feel that they're outside of a venue waiting for the show to begin, ororo finishing her coffee whilst listening to logan ramble all cutesy and stuff..
rewatching the first x men movie is realizing that half of cyclops’ problem with wolverine is that wolverine wants to fuck his wife. the other half is that he wants to fuck wolverine. that roguishly hot bad boy was scott summers bisexual awakening and he was NOT happy about it